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McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave.
"S' cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done, "what was that all about?" Nothin,' said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives!"
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