"Oh! What happened to you?" the Irish Barman asked Kelly as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in cast.
Irishman: "I got in a tiff with Riley"
Barman: "Riley? He's just a wee fellow. He must have had something in his hand."
Irishman: "That he did, a shovel it was."
Barman: "Dear Lord! Didn't you have anything in your hand?"
Irishman: "Aye, that I did--Mrs. Riley's left Boob, and a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight."
Irishman: "I got in a tiff with Riley"
Barman: "Riley? He's just a wee fellow. He must have had something in his hand."
Irishman: "That he did, a shovel it was."
Barman: "Dear Lord! Didn't you have anything in your hand?"
Irishman: "Aye, that I did--Mrs. Riley's left Boob, and a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight."
