McPherson 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 another bar patron, who was puzzled over what McPherson had done. 'What was that all about?' 'Nothing, ' said the Irishman, 'my wife sent me out for a jar of olives. '
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