Monday came around and Pat hadn't showed up for work. Tuesday came and went, and it was late Wednesday morning when he staggered in stiff and bruised with his arm in a sling.
Mike said "Pat me old friend, you look terrible. What happened to ye?"
"Well," says Pat "I had gone around to O'Malley's and was spending time with his wife, when in comes O'Malley with a motherin' great shillelagh in his hand and lays about me most unmarcifully."
"A shillelagh in his hand? Patrick, didn't you have anything in your hand?"
"Nowt but Mrs. O'Malley's bottom, a thing of beauty in itself but not worth a damn in a fight."
Mike said "Pat me old friend, you look terrible. What happened to ye?"
"Well," says Pat "I had gone around to O'Malley's and was spending time with his wife, when in comes O'Malley with a motherin' great shillelagh in his hand and lays about me most unmarcifully."
"A shillelagh in his hand? Patrick, didn't you have anything in your hand?"
"Nowt but Mrs. O'Malley's bottom, a thing of beauty in itself but not worth a damn in a fight."
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