St. Patric's Day

[Bob W]

Well, for St. Patrick's Day, and after quite a few rounds, the Irish Publican gave his best customer a pint of the finest Irish whiskey. The Irishman slipped the precious cargo into his coat pocket and staggered to his bicycle, anxious to get home by the fire with his prize. But having had a few too many, he landed in the ditch along the way, and cracked his head. When he regained consciousness and stumbled to his feet, he had a wet spot on his coat and felt a trickle running down his leg.
"Dear Lord," he cried, "Please let it be Blood".

Cheers Gents