Kelly limps into his favorite pub...
My god! What happened to you?" the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in a cast.
"I got in a tiff with RILEY", whispered Kelly to the beer tender.
"Riley? He's just a wee fellow," the barkeep said surprised.
"He must have had something in his hand."
"Yeah†Kelly said. "A shovel it was."
"Dear Lord. Didn't you have anything in your hand?"
"Aye, I had - MRS. RILEY'S right breast." Kelly said.
"And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight!"
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