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During WW2 a German spy was trained to go to Ireland. "We need to keep an eye on what the Irish are up to," said the Herr Kommandant.
"We will parachute you into Ireland, where you will go to the local town and ask for Murphy. He is your contact. You will say to him, 'The weather could change by Tuesday.' "
The German duly landed in Ireland, buried his parachute and set off for the town. On the way he saw a local farm worker in a field.
"Güt Morg... I mean, Good Morning. Vould you know vair I can find Mister Murphy?"
"Well, Sir," answers the man. " It all depends on which Murphy you want. We have a Father Murphy; a Doctor Murphy; Murphy in the post-office; Murphy the Chemist and, as a matter of fact, my name is Murphy."
"Oh mein Gott!" thinks the German. Then he has an idea. He says, "The weather could change by Tuesday!"
A beatific smile of recognition illuminates the Irishman's face.
"Ah," says he, "You'll be wanting Murphy, the spy!"
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I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM, WE ALL SCREAM FOR MORPHINE
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