The rain was pouring down outside O'Connor's Irish Pub near Dublin. There standing in front of a big puddle outside the pub was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick, with a piece of string dangling in the water. A passerby stopped and asked him, "What are you doing?” “Fishing, replied the old man.” Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says, “Come in out of the rain and have a drink with me.” In the warm ambiance of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman, being a bit of a superior smart ass, cannot resist asking, "So how many have you caught today?”
"You're the 8th", replied the old man.
Gotta love the Irish.
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