Murphy walks into the pub, all beaten and bruised, on crutches and with one arm in a sling.
"Jeez, Murphy, what happened to you?", asks the Barman
"Ah, It was Mr. Riley"
"But he's such a small man Murphy, why he's half you size, he must have had something in his hand"
"Aye, that he did, a shovel no less"
"Well, what about yourself, did you have anything in your hand?", asks the Barman
surely did, Mrs. Riley Tits, and beautiful tings they are, but not
much use in a fight"