Two Irishmen, Murphy and Seamus were discussing the subject of life and death over drinks one night in a Dublin pub.
The subject eventually got to old age, how long family members lived to and what eventually killed them off.
“My grandfather was an old man who lived to be 96”, said Murphy.
“Ninety six? That’s a fair old age. What did he die of?” Seamus asked.
“It was all because of whisky and women”, replied Murphy.
“Well, that just goes to show ya”, snickered Seamus, “both will get you in the end”.
“Well actually, no, it’s not what ya think”, Murphy added. “Towards the end my Grandfather couldn’t get either whisky or women, so he just laid himself down and died”.
I don’t know but I reckon if I ever get to the ripe old age of ninety six and I can’t drink or have a woman, I might just do the same. What do you think?
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