Into a 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 Paddy.
"That little s*it, 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's breast, and a thing of beauty
it was, but useless in a fight".