Kennedy came along the road to find his friend Finnegan lying in the ditch where he had been thrown by a passing truck. He lay on his back groaning and moaning, the rain was pouring down and lightning was flashing about.
"Kennedy, Kennedy, get me a rabbi! Get me a rabbi"
"Are you mad, Finnegan? Sure you're a Roman Catholic and what would you want a rabbi for?"
The victim opened his eyes reproachfully. "Aw, Kennedy, you wouldn't think of asking a priest to come out on a night like this!"
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