I hope all are wearing green on this fine St. Patrick’s Day, and in celebration of today, grab a mug of green beer and have a chuckle at a fine Irish joke.
Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking as if he’d just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, hisnose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he’swalking with a limp.
“What happened to you?” asks Sean, the bartender.
“Jamie O’Conner and me had a fight,” says Paddy.”
That little fella, O’Conner?” says Sean. “He couldn’t do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.”
“That he did,” says Paddy, “a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin’ he gave me with it.”
“Well,” says Sean, “you should have defended yourself.Didn’t you have something in your hand?”
“That I did,” said Paddy. “Mrs. O’Conner, and a thing ofbeauty she was, but useless in a fight.”