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An old man Paddy walks into a chemist’s laboratory, pulls out a small bottle from his pocket, removes the cork and addresses the pharmacist.
“Wid ye mind tastin that fir me”?
The man takes a swig and screws his face up in disgust.
“That’s terrible,” he says.
Paddy the old man replies with delight
“Oh tats good news, they told me to bring a sample here and get tested fir me sugar levels”.