Sharing a jug of whiskey

Paddy was coming out of a pub in Ireland, when who should he bump into but Father O’Brien, the village priest.
“So, what is it that you’re holdin’ under your arm, Paddy?” asked the priest.
“Why, it’s a jug of whisky, your reverence.” “And, whose whisky is it?”
“Well, your reverence, it’s half mine, and half my brother Mike’s.”
“As a gesture, Paddy,” said Father Obrien, “Open the jug up and pour your half out.”
“I can’t do that,Father.”
“And, pray, why not?”
“Because,” answered Paddy, “My half is at the bottom of the jug.”

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