Irish Saw Mill

ONE day, Mick slips and his arm gets caught and severed by the big bench saw. Paddy quickly puts the limb in a plastic bag and rushes it and Mick to the local hospital.

Next day, Paddy goes to the hospital and asks after Mick. The nurse says, “Oh, he’s out in Rehab exercising.” Paddy couldn’t believe it, but here’s Mick out the back exercising his now re-attached arm.

The very next day he’s back at work in the saw mill. 
A couple of days go by, and then Mick slips and severs his leg on another bloody big saw. So Paddy puts the limb in a plastic bag and rushes it and Mick off to the hospital.

Next day he calls in to see him and asks the nurse how he is. The nurse replies, “He’s out in the Rehab again exercising.” And sure enough, here’s Mick out there doing some serious work on the treadmill.

Very soon Mick comes back to work. 
But, as usual, within a couple of days he has another accident and severs his head. Wearily, Paddy puts the head in a plastic bag and transports it and Mick to the hospital.

Next day he goes in and asks the nurse how Mick is. The nurse breaks down and cries and says, “He’s dead.”

Paddy is shocked. “I suppose the saw finally did him in.”

“No,” says the nurse. “Some dopey bastard put his head in a plastic bag and he suffocated.”