From Laughter Club:


Paddy Maguire was a terrible, terrible drunk. His loving wife Molly pleaded with him, begged of him for the children's sake, to mend his ways. His friends tried to reason with him. Father Murphy quoted the Holy Word. But nothing, absolutely nothing put a dent in Paddy's custom of getting totally plastered every night. Finally, one day Father Murphy whispered to his poor wife, "Listen, Molly, what you might try is....bzzz bzzz bzzz."

So late one night, just before the pub was to close, Molly got an old sheet, cut a couple of eye holes in it, pulled it over her head and hid behind the boxwood. And sure enough, Paddy came staggerin' up the sidewalk right on cue.

Molly leapt out in front of him and shrieked like the Banshee, "EEEEEEEEYOWWWWWWW, Paddy Maguire, I am the DEVIL !!!"

Now Paddy didn't flinch. Instead he squared his shoulders, smiled, extended his hand and said, "Pleeezed ta meetcha at last I truly am, Mr. Devil Sir. I'm married to yer sister, y'know." "