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The first fellow is now beside himself. “The good Lord must be smiling on us. Imagine that the two of us should be meeting here, having grown up on the same street, gone to the same school, and graduated in the same year.”

“So am I. And from where in Ireland might you be?” says the first.

At that point, a woman enters, stands at the other end, and orders a drink. Brian, the bartender says, “Oh, Vicky, it’s going to be a long, tiring night.”

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“Oh, let me see now. ’Twas 1964, it was.”

I’m from Dublin, I am.”

“Mother Mary. And on what street in Dublin did you live?”

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“Yes, that I am,” says the second.

“A lovely little area of the old part of town, McCleary Street.”

“Now why would you be saying that, Brian?”

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“Faith and begorrah. What a small world. So did I. And to what school would you school would you have been going?”

“As did I,” the first bloke says, getting very excited. “And what year did you graduate?”

Two blokes are sitting at the end of a bar. One orders a drink. The other one says, “From your voice, I’d guess you’re from Ireland.”

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“Well, to St. Mary’s, of course.”

“The Murphy twins are drunk again.”