Old Man Fishing
It was raining hard and a big puddle had formed in front of an Irish pub.An old man stood beside the puddle holding a stick with a string on the end and jiggled it up and down in the water.
A curious gentleman asked what he was doing.
"Fishing," replied the old man.
"Poor old fool," thought the gentleman, so he invited the old man to have a drink in the pub.
Feeling he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey, the gentleman asked, "And how many have you caught?"
"You're the eighth."
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