“Oh my God, bejesus! What on earth happened to you?” the bartender asked Kelly, as he hobbled into his local pub on a crutch, with one arm in a cast.
“I got in a tiff with O’Riley,” Kelly sheepishly responded.
“O’Riley? He’s just a wee fellow,” the barkeep said, surprised. “He must have had something in his hand.”
“That he did,” Kelly said. “A shovel it was.”
“Dear Lord!”, said the bartender. “Didn’t you have anything in your hand?”
“Aye, that I did — Mrs. O’Riley’s tit,” Kelly said. “And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight.”
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PS: I would have posted a picture of Mrs. O’Riley’s tit, but I don’t have a shovel either.