An Irishman moves into a town in County Kerry. He walks into the local pub, orders three pints...

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15. Pat was married...

...and his wife was irritated to no end about him all the time stumbling home all drunk and throwing up in her kitchen sink. After warning him of the possibilities of actually throwing up his guts, she decided to teach him a lesson. She went by the butcher shop and got a section of pig intestines, brought them home, and tossed them into the sink, then went to bed.

As usual, after a while, Pat came noisily home, and tossed up into the sink. Pat’s wife, lying in bed smiled at the dead silence that followed. “That should teach the fool” she thought.

After a while, Pat stumbled into the bedroom, and prepared for bed. His wife called out to him, “How is everything, Pat?”

Pat turned to her sheepishly and confessed,”You were right, darlin. I finally threw up my guts like you said I would someday.”

“But, it’s OK” he went on. “With a little bit of lard and the broom-handle, I got them all back down again!”