Another old Irish story, but still funny:
Into a Donegal Pub comes Paddy looking as if he had been run over by a train.
His arm in a sling, his nose broken, his face cut and bruised, walking with a limp.
"What happened to you" asked Sean?
"Jimmy O'Conner and me had a fight."
"That little feller, O'Conner? He couldn't do that to you. He must have had something in his hand to do that damage."
"That he did. A shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin he gave me with it."
"Well, you should have defended yourself. Didn't you have something in your hand?"
"That I did. I had Mrs. O'Conner, and a thing of beauty she is, but totally useless in a fight."