Murphy walks into a bar and orders a drink. The barman looks at his black eye and bruised face and asks who did it. O'Malley, replies Murphy. But O'Malley is but a littler feller, says the barman. How did he do that to you? He had something in his hand, says Murphy. And did you not have anything, asks the barman. Aye, right enough, I did, says Murphy. So how come you are in that state, asks the barman. Well, 'twas like this, says Murphy, O'Malley caught me with his wife and he had a shovel in his hand. I had Mrs. O'Malley's breast in my hand and, wondrous thing that it was, 'twas absolutely no use against a shovel whatsoever!

oops thats not a good situation to be in, to be sure, to be sure.