April 1, 2010
Into a Belfast 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 fight,” says [...]
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March 1, 2010
An Irishman who had a little too much to drink was driving home from the city one night and, of course, was weaving all over the road. The policeman pulled him over. “So,” said the cop to the driver, “where have ya been tonight?” “Why, I’ve been to the pub, of course,” slurred the drunk. [...]
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