Trying this AGAIN [since I screwed up the punch line, above.]: Bridget and Seamus O' Rourke, now both 60 years old, have been married since they were 20. One fine evening they suprise a leprechaun sleeping in their barn and they manage to corner the little man. "All, right," says the leprechaun, "Ye've got me, begorrah! I'll have to give ye each a wish! "Well, what'll ye be wishin', Mrs. O'Rourke?" "Hmmm," says Bridget, "now I don't want to be wastin' me wish. I'd like to think about it fer a bit, if ye don't mind." "Well, don't dally too long, my good woman, I haven't got all day!" snaps the leprechaun. "Well, what'll ye be wishin', Mr. O'Rourke? I hope ye don't take as long as yer wife to make up yer mind!" "Faith, no," replies Seamus, "I know exactly what I want! I want a wife thirty years my junior! That's what I'll have, thank ye!" "Done!" says the leprechaun with a wave of his little hand. And Seamus is now Ninety!