Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had a very important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord, take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life. I'll even give up me Irish whiskey."
Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."
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