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Sean O'Malley, who had a little too much to drink was driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car was weaving all over the road.
A cop pulled him over. "So," said the cop, where have ya been?"
I've been to Jimmy O'Toole's pub," slurred the Irishman.
"Well," said the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening."
"I did all right," Sean said with a smile.
"Did you know," said the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, "that a few intersections back, ya wife fell out of ya car?
"Oh, thank heavens," sighed Sean, "for a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."
A cop pulled him over. "So," said the cop, where have ya been?"
I've been to Jimmy O'Toole's pub," slurred the Irishman.
"Well," said the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening."
"I did all right," Sean said with a smile.
"Did you know," said the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, "that a few intersections back, ya wife fell out of ya car?
"Oh, thank heavens," sighed Sean, "for a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."