We we’re hanging at an Irish bar just north of SoHo, Manhattan this weekend, where the bartender (a true Irishman) were entertaining us for a good while. He told us a joke which left a memorable impression:

(Must be told in an Irish accent)
A man calls his boss and says, “Boss I can’t come in today, I’m sick”. The Bossman says, “Ya’ have to come in, I need ya’!”. The man goes, “But I can’t boss, I really can’t. I home and I’m very sick”. The bossman says, “Well ya’ just have to get yourself out of bed and get on in, I need ya, I can’t finish up without ya”. The man says, “I can’t boss, I’m really sick!”. The bossman asks, “Well how sick are ya!?”. The man goes, “I’m home fucking my sister; is that sick enough for ya?”.

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