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The Fight
Paddy limps into his favorite pub...
My god! What happened to you?\" the bartender asked Paddy as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in a cast.
\"I got in a tiff with Riley\", whispered Paddy to the beertender.
\"Riley? He\'s just a wee fellow,\" the barkeep said surprised.
\"He must have had something in his hand.\"
\"That he did,\" Paddy said. \"A shovel it was.\"
\"Dear Lord. Didn\'t you have anything in your hand?\"
\"Aye, that I did - Mrs. Riley\'s right tit.\" Paddy said.
\"And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight!\"
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Paddy limps into his favorite pub...
My god! What happened to you?\" the bartender asked Paddy as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in a cast.
\"I got in a tiff with Riley\", whispered Paddy to the beertender.
\"Riley? He\'s just a wee fellow,\" the barkeep said surprised.
\"He must have had something in his hand.\"
\"That he did,\" Paddy said. \"A shovel it was.\"
\"Dear Lord. Didn\'t you have anything in your hand?\"
\"Aye, that I did - Mrs. Riley\'s right tit.\" Paddy said.
\"And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight!\"
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