It was raining hard and a big puddle had formed in front of the Kiev Bigot and Beer parlor.
An old man stood beside the puddle holding a stick with a string on the end and jiggled it up and down in the water.
A curious Stephen Harper asked what he was doing.
'Fishing,' replied the old man.
'Poor old fool' thought the Prime Minister, so he invited the old man to have a drink in the pub.
Feeling he should start some conversation while they were sipping their beer, Steve asked, ‘And how many have you caught today?'
'You're the eighth.'
Thanks Ralph
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