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