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May 22, 2004
The Fight
Into a Galway pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp.
"What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender.
"Jamie O'Conner and me had a foight," says Paddy.
"That little twat, 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 Oi did," said Paddy. "Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but feckin! useless in a fight."
Posted by Peskie at May 22, 2004 12:00 PM
