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Published: 28 May 2023
Two Irish farmers are walking down a road towards the pub, after a long days work, when they hear a motorcycle behind them.
They are totally shocked to find that when the bike passes them, the biker is headless.
The two men look at each other and shrug.
They continue down the road because the call of the pub is getting stronger.
As they go, a cyclist comes up behind them and, on passing them, he too is seen to be headless.
The two old men shake their heads and continue to walk down the road.
After a few minutes, Mick, who's walking along the inside, turns to his companion and says:
"You know what Seamus, I be thinkin' dat maybe you should be carryin' dat dere scythe on yer other shoulder"…
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