MM> VH> Father O'Malley put his hand on the driver's shoulder and said
MM> VH> comfortingly, "I know yez did, me son.  But I got the
bastard wid' th'
MM> VH> door!"

MM>There was this Irish Lawyer who'd come into Paddy's Place with his
MM>huge briefcase, ordered up a large whiskey and took to a cubicle
MM>where he produced a tube.  Ordering another whiskey, he unrolled
MM>the tube to reveal a mat to which stuck a biggish sort of a solved
MM>jig-saw puzzle showing a giant 42 wheel road-train whistling down
MM>a country road (with just the hint of a dented passenger door).

Me uncle Yerry had a job in the Ford Motor Company assembly plant in
County Cork.  And he had an old Ford motorcar.  And whenever he need to
work on it, a funny thing would happen -- whenever he walked past a
parts bin at work, the right parts would just jump into his pocket.

One time the old car needed a lot of work, and as he walked around the
plant, a part would jump into this pocket, and another part into that
pocked, and one down this leg of his coveralls, and another down the
other leg.

At quitting time, his coveralls were so full of parts he looked like the
Michilin Man.  A coupla the boyos were leavin' the plant behind him, and
one of 'em says, he says, "Wouldja looka Yerry?  He's walkin' awfully
funny!  Yez tink he's got th' roomatiz?"

T'other one give him a look and says, "Nooo.  I t'ink if yez were to
give him a poosh, he'd nearly start!" :-)
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