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Doorstop wrote:Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp.
"What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender.
"Jamie O'Conner and me, we had a fight," says Paddy.
"That little shoite, O'Conner," says Sean,
"He couldn't do that to you Paddy, sure Jamie O'Conner is just a little bloke - he must have had something in his hand."
"That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well," says Sean, "I've little sympathy wit' ya. You should have defended yourself! Didn't you have something in your hand?"
"That I did," said Paddy. "Mrs. O'Connor's breasts, and things of beauty they may be, but terrible fucking useless in a foight."
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