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The Irishman’s Olives

The Irishman's Olives martini

McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave.

“S’cuse me,” said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing,” said the Irishman, “my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives.”

I can not tell a lie...

I can not tell a lie…

An Unusual Vet

An Unusual Vet