2 old men

[Gaynor]

Two deeply religious retirees were playing chess and sipping fine whiskey. They enjoyed the mid-day sun almost as much as much as watching the local citizens walk by.

A few minutes go by and a middle-aged woman pushes a baby stroller past them.

The first man looks to the other and says, "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Aye," says the other as he takes a pull from his whiskey. "Shamus, I surely am. A fine day for a stroll with a wee one."

"Aye," agrees the first Irishman and they go about their game of chess.

A few minutes later, a young couple strolls down the avenue hand in hand, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

The first man looks to the other and says, "You thinking what I'm thinkin'?"

"Aye," says the other as he takes another pull from his whiskey. "Shamus, I surely am. A fine day for a stroll with a lover."

"Aye," agrees the first Irishman and they do about their game of chess.

A few more minutes later, a young lass wearing clothes scarcely covering her shapely curves, stops right in front of them. She bends over giving them full exposure to her lovely rear and smells the flowers in a near flowerbed and walks on.

The first Irishman looks to the other and says, "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm not rightly sure this time, Shamus," says the other as he takes yet another pull from his whiskey. "But if I am, I'll surely be joining' you in confession this afternoon."