Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan
>>>> arrives at her door. "Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've
> somethin' to tell ya". "Of course you can come in, you're always
> welcome, Tim. But where's
>>>> my husband?" "That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda."
> There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..."
>>>> "Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me."
>>>> "I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry.
>>>> Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"
>>>> "It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout
>> and drowned." "Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did
> he at least go quickly?"
>>>> "Well, Brenda... no. In fact, he got out three times to pee."
Luck of the Irish
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Registered: 11/15/2004
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Name:
Chuck
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Durham, NC
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