FileTitle: Joke1090.html
Category: Humor
Type: Joke
Description: Irish Groaner
Sean O'Leery was walking through a dim passageway when someone spoke to him.
"Good evenin', O'Leery," said the muffled figure. "Don't ye be knowin' your
old pal Reilly any more?"
Sean stared at Reilly, whose face was a patchwork of bandages and adhesive
plasters.  One arm was in a cast and he was leaning on a crutch.
"Saints!" cried O'Leery. "Was ye hit by a train, Reilly, or did ye merely
jump from the trestle?"
"It could have been both," said Reilly, "considerin' the feel of it.  But the
truth is, I was in bed with McClatchy's wife and McClatchy himself comes in
with a mamoth huge shillelagh in his hand and the inconsiderate creature beat
the livin' bejazus outa me."
"He did indade," said O'Leery.  "But couldn't ye defend y'rself, Reilly, me
boy.  Hadn't ye nothin' in your own hand?"
"Only Mrs. McClatchy's ass," said Reilly. "Tis a thing of beauty in itself,
but not worth a dom in a fight."   Patrick's Phunny Page