One evening, on his way home from work, Paddy popped into his local pub for a drink.
The barman poured him a pint of Guinness and asked him if he wanted to be in a raffle.
“What’s the raffle for?” asked Paddy.
“It’s for a poor widow with 13 kids”, the barman said.
Paddy shook his head, “That’s no good for me. I’d never be able to keep them.”
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