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January 15, 2009

The soul of discretion

Marty sends an old one that bears retelling.

Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary's apartment one afternoon when Paddy Murphy lost $500 on a single hand, clutched his chest, and fell dead right at the table. PokerHand.gif

After paying some respects to their fallen brother, Michael O'Conner looked around and asked, “Boys, someone has to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?”

So they drew straws. Paul Gallagher picked the short one. They warned him to be discreet and not make a bad situation any worse for Mrs. Murphy.

“Discreet? I'm the most discreet Irishmen ye'll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name... jest leave it to me.”

So Gallagher went over to Murphy's house and knocked on the door. Mrs. Murphy answered and asked what he wanted.

"Well, ma'am, this is the way of it," Gallagher declared. “Your husband just lost $500 at the poker table and he's afraid to come home.”

''That man! You go tell him to drop dead!” snapped Murphy's wife.

“I'll do that, ma'am,” said Gallagher.

Posted by joke du jour at January 15, 2009 06:18 PM

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