In honour of St. Patrick's day
Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' rather important to tell ye."
"Of course you can come in. You're always welcome here, Tim." says Brenda. "But where's me husband, Shamus?"
"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ye, Lass. There's been a simply tragic accident down at the Guiness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."
"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is gone. I'm dreadfully sorry, Lass."
Finally, Brenda looks up at Tim and tearfully asks, "Please tell me how it happened, Tim."
"Aw, Lass, it was terrible. Poor Shamus fell into a vat o' Guiness Stout and drowned."
"Oh my Sweet Jesus! But please tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"
"Well, no, Lass... not exactly."
"No?"
"No, fact is, he got out three times to visit the men's room."