Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place.
Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey."
Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."
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So he parked and scurried off toward his meeting. But as he crossed the road around the next corner, he was knocked down by a Guinness truck driven by a catholic priest.
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