Éirinn go Brách

May your pockets be heavy-
Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night

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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, he started to leave.

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

‘Nothing,’ he replied, ‘my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives.’

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