Don’t you love it when you are caught unprepared and asked to buy tickets for the raffle.
So, 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 the raffle.
“What’s the raffle for?” asked Paddy.
“It’s for a poor widow with 13 kids”, the barman said.
Paddy shook his head, “Well that’s no good for me. If I won, I’d never be able to keep them”.
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