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