Jacques Chirac, The French President, is sitting in his office

when his telephone rings

"Hallo, Mr. Chirac!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is

Paddy Down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to

inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"

"Well, Paddy," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important news!

How big is your army?"

"Right now," says Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is

> meself, me Cousin Sean, me next door neighbor Seamus, and the entire

> darts team from the pub. That makes eight!"

> Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men

> in my army waiting to move on my command."

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> "Begorra!" says Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back."

> Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. "Mr. Chirac, the

> war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!"

>

>

> "And what equipment would that be Paddy?" Chirac asks.

>

>

> "Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Marphy's farm

> tractor."

>

> Chirac sighs amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000

> tanks and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my

> army to 150,000 since we last spoke."

>

>

>

> "Saints preserve us!" says Paddy.

> "I'll have to get back to you."

> Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the

> war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have

> modified Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the

> cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!"

>
Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I

> must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My

> military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile

> sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!"

> "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" says Paddy, "I will have to ring you

> back."

> Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. "Top o' the

> mornin', Mr. Chirac! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call
off

> the war."

> "Really? I am sorry to hear that," says Chirac. "Why the sudden

> change of heart?"

> "Well," says Paddy, "we had a long chat over a few pints of

> Guinness and decided there is no fookin' way we can feed 200,000 French

> prisoners."