Two Irishmen met in a pub and discussed the illness of a third. "Poor
Micheal Hogan! Faith, I'm afraid he's goin' to die."
"Shure, an' why would he be dyin'?" asked the other.
"Ah, he's gotten so thin. You're thin enough, and I'm thin - but by
my soul, Micheal Hogan is thinner than both of us put together."
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