I told the employee that I would think about it and to stop by my desk on her way out and I’d have the answer for her. Well, it took some thinking, but I finally put it all together and here it is:
Friday the 13th is the day all good Irishmen go down to their local pub. They each kiss 13 lovely ladies. Then, they step up to the bar and drink 13 mugs of good Irish beer in 13 minutes. Then, they all stagger home and tell13 lies to their wives who get out their pistols and shoot them 13 times. So, that’s the story folks. You all have a nice day now. And if you’re Irish, as I am, look out!