Kelly limps into his favorite pub…



My god! What happened to you? the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in a cast.



I got in a tiff with Riley, whispered Kelly to the beertender.



Riley? Hes just a wee fellow, the barkeep said surprised.

He must have had something in his hand.



That he did, Kelly said. A shovel it was.



Dear Lord. Didnt you have anything in your hand?



Aye, that I did – Mrs. Rileys right tit. Kelly said.

And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight!