| Two deeply religious Irish retirees were sitting on a patio playing checkers and sipping fine Irish whiskey. They enjoyed the mid-day sun almost as much as much as watching the local citizens walk by. A few minutes go by and a middle-aged women pushes a baby stroller past the patio. The first Irishman looks to the other and says, "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" "Aye," says the other as he takes a pull from his whiskey. "Shamus, I surely am. A fine day for a stroll with a wee one." "Aye," agrees the first Irishman and they go about their game of checkers. A few minutes later, a young couple stroll down the avenue hand in hand, gazing deeply into each others eyes. The first Irishman looks to the other and says, "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" "Aye," says the other as he takes another pull from his whiskey. "Shamus, I surely am. A fine day for a stroll with a lover." "Aye," agrees the first Irishman and they do about their game of checkers. A few more minutes later, a young lass wearing clothes scarcely covering her shapely curves stops in front of the patio, bends over in front of the Irishmen giving them full exposure to her lovely cleavage, and smells the flowers in a near flower bed and walks on. The first Irishman looks to the other and says, "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" "I'm not rightly sure this time, Shamus," says the other as he takes yet another pull from his whiskey. "But if I am, I'll surely be joinin' you in confession this afternoon." |