The Irish FishermanCold rain was coming down outside O’Connor’s Pub. Outside an old man in an oiled rain slicker was holding a stick with a piece of string dangling into a puddle.A gentleman going into the pub stopped and asked him, “I’m curious Sir, what are you doing there?”“Fishing,” he replied while continuing to stare at the puddle.The gent says, “Come in out of the cold. I’ll buy you a drink if you’ll tell me about your fishing.”They sat near the fireplace where a peat fire was glowing. As they sipped their whiskies, the gentleman asked, “So, how many fish have you caught today?”“You’re the eighth,” replied the old man.
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