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Those Rowdy Irishmen!

McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar.
When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave.
"S'cuse me", said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done,"what was that all about?"
"Nothin', said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives."
 
Ole dies. His widow, Lena, goes to post the obituary.

The clerk at the newspaper asks, ‘What do you want to print in the death notice?’

Lena, taciturn Swede that she is, says, ‘Print: Ole died.’

The clerk replies, ‘Don’t you want to say more than that? The first five words are free.’

Lena thinks for a minute and then says, ‘OK print this: Ole died. Airplane for sale.’
 
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