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The rain was pouring down. There standing in front of a big puddle
outside the pub was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick,
with a piece of string dangling in the water.
A passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fishing" replied the old man.
Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says, "Come in out of the
rain and have a drink with me."
In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman,
being a bit of a smart ass, cannot resist asking, "So how many
have you caught today?"
"You're the eighth", says the old man.
outside the pub was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick,
with a piece of string dangling in the water.
A passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fishing" replied the old man.
Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says, "Come in out of the
rain and have a drink with me."
In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman,
being a bit of a smart ass, cannot resist asking, "So how many
have you caught today?"
"You're the eighth", says the old man.