ee Irish friends were knocking back pints at the local pub, swapping growing suspicions about their wives’ fidelity.
Mick took a heavy swig of his stout and sighed, “Lads, I think my wife is sleeping with an electrician. The other day, I found a pair of wire cutters under our bed, and they definitely aren’t mine.”
His buddies nodded sympathetically. A few minutes later, Sean weighed in: “That’s nothing. I’m pretty sure my wife is having an affair with a plumber. Just yesterday, I found a massive pipe wrench tucked right under the mattress.”
They ordered another round to drown their sorrows. Suddenly, Paddy slammed his glass down, looking completely devastated. “Fellas, it gets worse. I think my wife is having an affair with a horse.”
Mick and Sean stared at him in utter disbelief. “A horse? Are you out of your mind, Paddy? How on earth did you come to that conclusion?”
Paddy shook his head, lowered his voice, and said:
“I swear to you… I came home early yesterday and found a jockey hiding under the bed!”
