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 the 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 man and invited the old man tom have a drink in the pub.
Feeling he should start some conversation while sipping the whiskey, the gentleman asked, "how many have you caught today?"
"You're the eight".
An old man stood beside the puddle holding a stick with the 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 man and invited the old man tom have a drink in the pub.
Feeling he should start some conversation while sipping the whiskey, the gentleman asked, "how many have you caught today?"
"You're the eight".