Paddy, the Irish labourer goes to his doctor, "I'm constipated." he says. The doctor examines him for a few minutes and says, "Lean over the table." After he does so, the doctor

Paddy, the Irish labourer, goes to his doctor. "I'm constipated," he says.

The doctor examines him for a few minutes and then says, "Lean over the table."

Paddy does as he's told, and the doctor suddenly gives him a swift, unexpected whack on the backside with a wooden paddle.

"Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph!" Paddy yelps, leaping up in shock. "What the hell was that for?"

The doctor smirks and says, "That should loosen things up. Try going to the toilet now."

Paddy grumbles but heads off to the restroom. A few minutes later, he emerges, looking utterly relieved. "Doctor, you're a feckin' genius! I haven't felt this light in years!"

The doctor nods knowingly. "Glad to help. But next time, Paddy, try eating some fiber instead of just Guinness and potatoes."

Paddy scratches his head and grins. "Ah, sure, but where’s the fun in that?"