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Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.

 

And finally, there was the person who sent twenty different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.

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Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd been run over by a train.  His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and he's walking with a limp.

What happened to YOU?" asks Sean, the bartender. "Ah, Jamie O'Connor and me had a fight," says Paddy. "That little squirt, O'Connor," says Sean, "He couldn't do that to you without havin' something in his hand."

”That he did," says Paddy, "A shovel is what he had in his hand, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."

"Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself man!  Didn't you have something in YOUR hand?"

"That I did," said Paddy. "Mrs. O'Connor's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."

Contributed by: Jack Smith - Indiana

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