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Tiff with Riley

Started by Bliss, February 15, 2008, 08:28:15 AM

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“My God! What happened to you?” the bartender asks Sean as he hobbles in on a crutch, one arm in a cast.

“I got in a tiff with Riley,” he replies.

“Riley? He’s just a wee fellow,” the bartender says. “He must have had a weapon in his hand.”

“That he did. A shovel it was.”

“Dear Lord. Didn’t you have anything in your hand?”

“Aye, that I did—Mrs. Riley’s left tit,” Sean laments. “And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight.”
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
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