Two drunkards are staggering down the lane in the middle of the night. A copper grabs them by the collar and says, “You two look like you’re up to no good. You; what’s your name and where do you live?”

The heavier fellow rears up a bit, straightens an imaginary belt, clears his throat, and says,” I’m Malachy Curran, of no fixed address!”

The cop turns to the other drunk.

“I live in the flat above Malachy.” 

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