Liam was a farmer with a nagging wife who made every day a misery for him. In fact, the only peace he ever got was while working in his field.
One day, Liam was out plowing with his trusty mule, when his wife brought him his lunch. He was unable to eat it peace, however, as his wife kept up a constant steam of complaining and nagging. Without warning, Liam’s mule let fly a kick which caught his wife in the head and killed her instantly.
At the wake and again at the funeral, the priest noticed something he thought was odd: whenever women came up to offer their condolences, Liam would solemnly nod his head. When the men did the same, however, he’d shake his head from side to side. Taking him aside after the services, the priest asked about this behaviour.
‘Perfectly simple, Father,’ said Liam. ‘The ladies were very kind and told me how well my missus was laid out, but all the men asked if my mule was for sale.’
Boru
One day, Liam was out plowing with his trusty mule, when his wife brought him his lunch. He was unable to eat it peace, however, as his wife kept up a constant steam of complaining and nagging. Without warning, Liam’s mule let fly a kick which caught his wife in the head and killed her instantly.
At the wake and again at the funeral, the priest noticed something he thought was odd: whenever women came up to offer their condolences, Liam would solemnly nod his head. When the men did the same, however, he’d shake his head from side to side. Taking him aside after the services, the priest asked about this behaviour.
‘Perfectly simple, Father,’ said Liam. ‘The ladies were very kind and told me how well my missus was laid out, but all the men asked if my mule was for sale.’
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson