Mistaken Identity.

“As I was going over the bridge the other day,” said an Irishman, “I met Patsy O'Brien. ‘O'Brien,’ I says, ‘how are you?’ ‘Pretty well, thank you, Brady,’ says he. ‘Brady,’ says I, ‘that's not my name.’ ‘Faith,’ says he, ‘and mine's not O'Brien!’ With that we looked at each other, and sure enough it was nathur of us!”

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