Mrs. O`Connor Wants a Divorce"Well, Mrs. O`Connor,...

Mrs. O`Connor Wants a Divorce"Well, Mrs. O`Connor, so you want a divorce?" the solicitor questioned his client. "Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?""Oh, no," replied Mrs. O`Connor. Sure now, we only have a carport.The solicitor tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?""No, no," said Mrs. O`Connor, looking puzzled. "I`m always first out of bed."Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again. "Well, does he go in for unnatural connubial practices?""Sure now, he plays the flute, but I don`t think he knows anything about the connubial."Now desperate, the solicitor pushed on. "What I`m trying to find out are what grounds you have.""Bless you, sir. We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone grounds.""Mrs. O`Connor," the solicitor said in considerable exasperation, "you need a reason that the court can consider. What is the reason for you seeking this divorce?""Ah, well now," said the lady, "Sure it`s because the man can`t hold an intelligent conversation."