t of the night!
Another hour later, Patrick wobbles home and in the back door. He snaps a £50 note and presents it to his wife: “Cara, guess who won the prize fer the best toast o’ the night?”
“Oh, isn’t that lovely?” says Cara, “And what was this wonderful toast you made?”
“I said *Here’s to spendin’ the rest of me life, lyi– er, uh, settin’ in church beside me wife.*”
“That’s… nice, Patrick.” she says, looking puzzled.
Next day, she’s on High Street to get something nice for dinner with the wee bounty, when she runs smack into one of Patrick's drinking buddies. “Hey, Cara,” he says, leering, “Didja know Patrick won a prize with a toast about yer last night?”
“I know!” she says, “though I was a bit surprised meself. I mean, he’s only been there twice in four years, and the last time, I had to pull him by the ears to make him come!” Read More