Paddy Murphy is on his way home, when he comes across a woman crying hysterically.
“What is the matter, lady?” he asks.
“MacTavish is dead!” she sobs. “MacTavish is dead!”
A few minutes later he comes across another woman sobbing, “MacTavish is dead! MacTavish is dead!”
Soon he finds another woman crying the same thing, and then as he approaches the railway crossing he sees a ghastly sight.
A train has run over a man and cut him in pieces. And there on the street next to the body is lying his foot-and-a-half long prick. Several women are standing around crying, “MacTavish is dead! MacTavish is dead!”
When Paddy arrives home, he says to Maureen, “I just saw a terrible thing. A train ran over a guy and cut off his pecker. And would you believe it? His prick was eighteen inches long!” “My God!” cries Maureen. “MacTavish is dead!”
