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Monday, May 17, 2010

Leave it to the Irish

Paddy and Murphy have traveled to the land where the streets are paved with gold, only to find they'll still have to work to make a living.
They find a job, painting the white line in the middle of the road.
Three days later, the boss wants to speak to them; "I don't understand what is wrong with you, the first day you did an excellent job, you painted 10 miles, the next day just five and today only a few hundred meters. Give me a good reason not to fire you both!"
"That's easy,"" says Paddy, "the walk back to the tin of paint takes longer and longer each day."

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