It was raining hard one cold day and a big puddle had formed in front of an Irish pub. Old Tommy stood beside the puddle holding a stick with a string on the end and jiggled it up and down in the water.

Flanagan walked by and asked Tommy what he was doing. "Fishin" Tommy replied.

"Poor old fool" thought Flanagan, so he invited the old man to have a drink with him inside the warm pub.

While they were sipping their whisky, Flanagan asked, "And how many have you caught?"

Tommy replied, "You're the eighth."