Colonialgirl
Hawkeye
The Old Irish Fisherman
The rain was pouring down. 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 passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fishin'" 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 warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman, being
a bit of a smartass, cannot resist asking:
"So how many have you caught today?"
"You're the eighth", says the old man.
The rain was pouring down. 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 passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fishin'" 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 warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman, being
a bit of a smartass, cannot resist asking:
"So how many have you caught today?"
"You're the eighth", says the old man.
