Into a belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling,his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he is walking with a limp.
"What happend to you? asks Sean the bartender.
"Jamie O Conner and me had a fight." says Paddy.
"That little sh*t, O Conner " says Sean "He couldnt do that to you, he must of had something in his hand."
"That he did. says Paddy ''a shovel is what he had, and a terrible licken he gave me with it"
"Well'' says Sean, "you should have defended yourself, didnt you have something in your hand?"
''That I did'' said Paddy..."Mrs. O Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
"What happend to you? asks Sean the bartender.
"Jamie O Conner and me had a fight." says Paddy.
"That little sh*t, O Conner " says Sean "He couldnt do that to you, he must of had something in his hand."
"That he did. says Paddy ''a shovel is what he had, and a terrible licken he gave me with it"
"Well'' says Sean, "you should have defended yourself, didnt you have something in your hand?"
''That I did'' said Paddy..."Mrs. O Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
