Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Good ole Irish ...

McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini

after martini, each time removing the olives and

placing them in a jar.

When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the

Irishman started to leave.

"S'cuse me", said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan

had done, "what was that all about?"

"Nothin', said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives