[h=3]Bar Fight Breaks Out[/h]
Into a Belfast Pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he's 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 sod, 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 game me with it."
"Well, says Sean, "you should have defended yourself! Didn't you have anything in your hand?"
"That I did, that I did," said Paddy. "T'was Mrs. O'Conner's right breast. A thing of beauty it was, but absolutely useless in a fight!"