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Seamus comes home from the pub after stopping for a pint with the lads
and finds Maura, his wife, standing without a stitch of clothing in front of
their bedroom mirror, admiring herself.

Astonished, he bellows, "Woman, what are ye doin' standin' nekked in front
of that lookin' glass?"

"Well," says she calmly, "I had me annual with Dr. Brennan today, and didn't
he say I was a fine figger of a lass."

"Fine figger indeed!" scoffs Seamus. "And what did he say about year
big fat arse?"

"Why, Darlin," replies herself, "he never mentioned ye a'tall."
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