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Father O’Flynn comes out of mass

Father O’Flynn comes out of mass one Sunday, lights a ciggie, shakes hands all around, and sees Bridget crying her eyes out.  "Bridget darling, what’s the matter?"

"Oh Fadder, I lost me husband last night."

"Oh my dear, why didn’t you say something in the mass?"

"Oh I was too distraught, Fadder."

"Well, we’ll say a prayer and light a candle.  Did he have any final words, dear?"

"He did indeed.  He said: ‘Bridget, put down the fookin’ gun.’"

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