Maggie Murphy was complaining about her husband, Paddy, spending all his time at the pub, so one night he took her along.
“What’ll ya have?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. The same as you I suppose,” she replied.
So Paddy ordered a couple of Jameson’s and threw his down in one go.
Maggie watched him, then took a sip from her glass and immediately spat it out.
“Yuck, it’s nasty poison!” she spluttered. “I don’t know how you can drink this stuff!”
“Well, there you go woman,” cried Paddy, “And you think I’m out enjoying myself every night!”
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