TE999
How 'bout a kiss, baby
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Into a Belfast pub comes Sean Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a truck. His face is bruised, one eye's swollen shut, half an ear is missing, his arm is in a sling and he walks with a limp.
"Jeasus, man, what happened to you?" says Dunahey the bartender.
"Jamie O'Connor and me had a fight."
"Hah! That little shit. You could take him easily. He must have had somthing in his hand."
"That he did. A coal shovel and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well, you should have defended yourself. Got somethin' in your hand."
"I had something in my hand Dunahey, Mrs. O'Connors breast. A thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
"Jeasus, man, what happened to you?" says Dunahey the bartender.
"Jamie O'Connor and me had a fight."
"Hah! That little shit. You could take him easily. He must have had somthing in his hand."
"That he did. A coal shovel and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well, you should have defended yourself. Got somethin' in your hand."
"I had something in my hand Dunahey, Mrs. O'Connors breast. A thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
