We Irish are famous for flattery. Casey was a Jarvey in Killamey, and he was taking an American lady for a drive, and he was praising her to the skies. She said, “That’s very kind of you, but I’m older that you think.” Casey said, “Well, Maam, whatever age you are, you don’t look it.”
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