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In a Sow’s Ear

by Gwen Petersen
Big Timber, Mont.

Finnegan’s wife was killed in an accident and the police questioned him. “Did she say anything before she died?” asked the sergeant.

“Sure,” said Finnegan, “she spoke without interruption for about 40 years.”

Did you know that Irish business men have their names printed on the front and back of their business cards in case they lose them?

Pat and Mick landed themselves a job at a sawmill. Just before morning tea Pat yelled: “Mick! I lost me finger!”

“Have you now?” says Mick. “And how did you do it?”

“I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi…Oooch! There goes another one!”

The Irish attempt on Mount Everest was a valiant effort, but it failed.

They ran out of scaffolding.

Murphy was staggering home with a pint of whiskey in his back pocket when he slipped and fell heavily. Struggling to his feet, he felt something wet running down his leg.

“Please, God,” he implored, “let it be blood!”

Finnegan’s wife was killed in an accident and the police questioned him. “Did she say anything before she died?” asked the sergeant.

“Sure,” said Finnegan, “she spoke without interruption for about 40 years.”

Did you know that Irish business men have their names printed on the front and back of their business cards in case they lose them?

Pat and Mick landed themselves a job at a sawmill. Just before morning tea Pat yelled: “Mick! I lost me finger!”

“Have you now?” says Mick. “And how did you do it?”

“I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi…Oooch! There goes another one!”

The Irish attempt on Mount Everest was a valiant effort, but it failed.

They ran out of scaffolding.

Murphy was staggering home with a pint of whiskey in his back pocket when he slipped and fell heavily. Struggling to his feet, he felt something wet running down his leg.

“Please, God,” he implored, “let it be blood!”

Finnegan’s wife was killed in an accident and the police questioned him. “Did she say anything before she died?” asked the sergeant.

“Sure,” said Finnegan, “she spoke without interruption for about 40 years.”

Did you know that Irish business men have their names printed on the front and back of their business cards in case they lose them?

Pat and Mick landed themselves a job at a sawmill. Just before morning tea Pat yelled: “Mick! I lost me finger!”

“Have you now?” says Mick. “And how did you do it?”

“I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi…Oooch! There goes another one!”

The Irish attempt on Mount Everest was a valiant effort, but it failed.

They ran out of scaffolding.

Murphy was staggering home with a pint of whiskey in his back pocket when he slipped and fell heavily. Struggling to his feet, he felt something wet running down his leg.

“Please, God,” he implored, “let it be blood!”


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