''My God! What happened to you?'' the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in a cast; black eye, and covered in bruises.
''I got in a bit of a tiff with Riley" He said.
''Riley? But he's just a wee fellow and you are such a strappin' young lad!,'' the barkeep said, surprised. ''To do that kind of damage, he must have had something in his hand.''
''That he did,'' Kelly said. ''A shovel it was, and he knew how to use it.''
''Dear Lord. And what about you? Did you have something in your hand?''
''Aye, that I did -- Mrs. Riley's left boob.'' Kelly said. ''And a beautiful thing it was, but it's not much good in a fight!''