After moving into a new neighborhood in the suburbs of a Big City and getting settled in, a young fellow found himself entering the local Irish Pub… just as all of the patrons were heading out the back door in a mad scramble for the expected excitement. The fellow looked a bit puzzled and after giving the Bartender a nod… he inquired, “What the Hell? What’s going on…?” The Barkeep was using his bar rag with the same, slow and appreciation affection that a Chauffeur has when polishing his Jet Black Rolls Royce Silver Shadow and replied, “Well… Ya know… It’s around this time every month that the Shipwrights get laid off down at the Boat Works and they all show up here ...with a little too much Piss and Vinegar in their Veins."
The surprised man looked around the place and could see the fresh bottles and drinks all left unattended and asked, “Well ...what are they all doing back there that has everybody so worked up?” The Barman continued to explain, “Well … there are always a few fellas that have to brag to everyone about how “STRONG!” they are … so they head out back and try to pick up some of the heavy blocks of granite that are laid down near the walls.” By then… the young man was tempted to go to the back screen door and look out upon the action, when the Bar Keep stopped him and said… “You’re wasting your time, Son… It is almost all over but the crying by now” The man turned about on heel and asked, “Well why is that…?” The man behind the bar smiled and leaned forward on his clean counter with his elbows and motioned the man to come a bit closer.
“Ya see Son… The O’Shawnessy Brothers will have tried to pick up the heaviest things they can find while everybody else is watching ...and they will give a pretty good show. But then The O‘Sheas will give it a go… and likewise, they’ll try to match their strength against almost anyone back there… but it won’t make a bit of difference.” The young man’s curiosity was piqued pretty good and he asked, “You said ‘Almost’ ...well which one of them will win the contest?” The front saloon doors creaked just a little as a Tiny, Bow-Legged Old Man wearing his Best Tartan Green and Red Highlander outfit wandered slowly towards the back, using his Shillelagh as a cane while smiling and ambling past the men standing nearby… as the Bar Man replied with a whisper and a laugh...” HE will...”
The visiting man laughed aloud and asked, “THAT Guy… is going to Win?” The Bar Keep closed his eyes tightly and nodded up and down with a grin in the affirmative as he said, “Yup… ‘THAT Guy’... as you call him is none other than the famous Mr. Jonathan Edward Mackhue, Esquire... himself… and in a moment or two… HE will soon be back in here at the Bar to claim his prizes of free drinks from The Losers...”.
The young man looked wide-eyed and astonished as he asked, “Now... How in the Hell is HE gonna do THAT?” With that said, the back door suddenly flew open and the exhausted and sweating Irish Boys all piled right back into the Bar to take their respective family places as they were just before the ruckus began. They were soon followed by the well-dressed, Elderly Scotsman who sat down... gingerly ...at the Bar and said, “Well. as you know… Ah’ve Won Again ...and Ah’ve beaten those fashionable, young puppies at their own game… so set those Wee Beauties up right down here in front me, Muh Wee Man...”
The Bar Keep climbed his stool and reached for the Top Shelf where only the Aged and Special Whiskey Bottles were nestled and replied, “Of course, Mr. Mackhue...and Congratulations” and then he addressed The Room… “And so … Which one of you Fine, Irish Gentlemen will be paying Mr. Mackhue’s Bar Tab this evening… AGAIN?...and For Christ’s Sake… Will you tell us all how he managed to do it THIS TIME?” A hush fell over the Bar Room as the entire muscular group of The O’Sheas rose to their feet and with heads bowed and hats in hand, one spoke for all by admitting, “ Well… As you all just saw… we did a fair job of out-lifting each and every one of them O’Shawnessy Boys by a margin of 500 Stone! But then Mr. Mackhue showed up as usual ...and he really put on a Show of Strength this time. First, he lifted his Kilt... and THIS time he did not even try to lift the Big Stones... He just stuck his Thumb in his Arse… and PRESSED HIMSELF ...150 TIMES on the spot!