"What the hell happened to you?!" the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in on a crutch with an arm in a sling.
"I got in a tiff with Riley."
"Riley? he's just a wee fellow," the bartender said.
"He must have had something in his hand."
"That he did," Kelly said. "A shovel it was."
"Dear Lord, didn't you have anything in your hand?"
"Aye, that I did--Mrs. Riley's left breast." Kelly said.
"And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight."
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