goddess_nemesis
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Irishmen Shawn and Pat, who were the best of friends, agreed that when one passed on, the other would spill the contents of a bottle of fine Irish whiskey over the grave of his recently departed friend. As fate would have it, Shawn would be the first to pass. Upon hearing of his friend’s illness, Pat came to visit one last time. “Shawn, can you hear me?” asked Pat.
Faintly, Shawn replied, “Yes, Paddy, I can.”
Bashfully, Pat started, “Do you remember our pact, Shawn?”
“Yes, I do, Paddy,” Shawn strained.
“And you’ll also remember that I was to pour the contents of a fine, old bottle of whiskey, which we have been saving for nearly 30 years now, over your grave,” said Pat.
“Yes, Paddy, I do,” whispered Shawn.
“It’s a very ‘old’ bottle now, you know,” urged Pat.
“And what are you gettin’ at, Pat?” asked Shawn, briskly.
“Well, Shawn, when I pour the whiskey over your grave, would ya mind if I filter it through my kidneys first?
Faintly, Shawn replied, “Yes, Paddy, I can.”
Bashfully, Pat started, “Do you remember our pact, Shawn?”
“Yes, I do, Paddy,” Shawn strained.
“And you’ll also remember that I was to pour the contents of a fine, old bottle of whiskey, which we have been saving for nearly 30 years now, over your grave,” said Pat.
“Yes, Paddy, I do,” whispered Shawn.
“It’s a very ‘old’ bottle now, you know,” urged Pat.
“And what are you gettin’ at, Pat?” asked Shawn, briskly.
“Well, Shawn, when I pour the whiskey over your grave, would ya mind if I filter it through my kidneys first?
Sounds about right 
