The Fisherman
Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 10:18 amThe rain was pouring down. And there, standing in front of a big puddle outside the pub, was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick, with a string on the end of it.
A passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fishing" replied the old man.
Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says, "Come in out of the rain
and have a drink with me."
In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman
cannot resist asking - a secret smile on his face , "So how many have you caught today?"
"You're the eighth" says the old man.
Keep smiling
Tug
A passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fishing" replied the old man.
Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says, "Come in out of the rain
and have a drink with me."
In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman
cannot resist asking - a secret smile on his face , "So how many have you caught today?"
"You're the eighth" says the old man.
Keep smiling
Tug
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