Saturday, February 18, 2012

Category: Ethnic Stories
THING OF BEAUTY
 
Into a Belfast pub came Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm was in a sling, his nose was broken, his face was cut and bruised and he was walking with a limp.
"What happened to you?" - asked Sean, the bartender.
"Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," - said Paddy.
"That little shit, O'Conner," - said Sean, - "he couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand."
"That he did," - said Paddy, - "a shovel is what he had and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well," - said Sean, - "you should have defended yourself, didn't 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."
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