Poor fool.
It was raining hard and a big puddle had formed in front of an Irish pub:
An old man stood beside the puddle holding a stick with a string on the end and jiggled it up and down in the water. A curious gentleman asked what he was doing. "Fishing." Replied the old man. "Poor old fool." Thought the gentleman, so he invited the old man to have a drink in the pub. Feeling he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whisky, the gentleman asked "And how many have you caught?" "You're the eighth." He replied... |
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