Pub fishing

It was raining hard and a big puddle had formed in front of the little Irish Pub. An old man stood beside the puddle holding a stick with a string on the end and jiggled it up and down in the water.

A curious gentleman asked what he was doing.

Fishing replied the old man.

Poor old bugger thought the gentleman, so he invited the old man to have a drink in the pub.

Feeling he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whisky, the gentleman asked, and how many have you caught today?

You’re the eighth.