The luck of the Irish.
An Irishman right off the boat from the Old Sod stopped at a farmer’s house to get a drink of water.
“Sure Patty,” the farmer said, "but my well has run dry, you’ll have to walk to the bottom of the hill to the spring. Just follow this path, it will take you right to the spring. There’s a gourd dipper hanging on a tree by a nail right beside the spring help yourself.”
The Irishman took off down the hill with visions of cool water in his mind. Just before he reached the spring the old Irishman met a big long necked terrapin headed uphill in the middle of the path. The Irishman turned around and returned to the farmhouse, his thirst un-slaked.
“Well, did you find the spring alright,” the farmer asked?
“No.” replied Patty, “I am afraid your spring be dried up for sure and certain.”
“That can’t be,” said the farmer, “I was just there.”
“That may be," replied Patty, "but just as I got there I met the dipper coming to the house!”
Scrapfe---Never believe anything in politics until it has been officially denied.--Otto von Bismarck.
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