MM>Paddy had been observing all the fuss with perturbation (his
MM>little secret friend) and he choose to lie on his back so he could
MM>see how well they'd fixed the cranky device,  wriggling with some
MM>excitement as he watched the sharp blade climbing away from him.
MM>His heart leapt when the lever clicked and he saw the distant
MM>blade fall towards him - and he froze when he saw it jam for a
MM>third time just centimetres away from his throat...

MM>"Roight !", he yelled with excitement, "I see what your trouble
MM>is..."

Seamus O'Malley was comin' home from the pub, weavin' back and forth
across th' road, and the Garda stopped him.

Th' Gardi says to him, he says, "An' where might yez be coomin' from,
Misther O'Malley?"

An' Seamus says, "I'm coomin' from th' pub!"

"An' might yez have a drop taken?"

"I -- I'd say I was in good fightin' thrim!"

"An' d'yez have any idea how fast yez were goin'?"

"Well, dis ol' ting will only do about 80 miles an hour on the level,
but I might have been doin' a bit better on the downhills."

"An d'yez know yer puir wife fell out about t'ree miles back?"

"T'ank heaven!  I thought I'd gone deaf!"
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