[FONT="]Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.[/FONT]
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"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya".[/FONT]
[FONT="]"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband?"[/FONT]
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"That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda."[/FONT]
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There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..."[/FONT]
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"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me."[/FONT]
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"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry.[/FONT]
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Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"[/FONT]
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"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned."[/FONT]
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"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"[/FONT]
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"Well, Brenda... no. In fact, he got out three times to take a piss."[/FONT]