It was raining hard and a big puddle had formed in front of Quigley's 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 who decided to invite the fellow in for a drink.
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."
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"Irish Joke"
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"Irish Joke #2"
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