I think I told all of you the other day, I usually stop at the same little neighborhood bar and have a beer on my way home from work. Well, Friday, as I was sitting there...just me and the barkeep, these two rather jolly fellows walk in, sit down at the bar, and order a Guinness each. Time goes by, and the barkeep and I can't help but overhear their conversation. It's evident they're from Ireland by their accents, and the conversation gets more and more interesting as they go. "Where you from then?" says one. "Ireland, of course, same as you" It goes on and on like this, and amazingly, they're from the same town, and then I learn from the same part of that town, then the same street, and eventually the exact same address. They leave, and I look at the barkeep and mention how awesome that was. Two guys meet in a bar, and they had lived at the same address, in Ireland no less. "It's not really that awesome," he says. "That's the Murphy twins. Drunk again."