Some years ago, Paddy married an attractive woman, Maggie, half his
age, in a small coastal Irish community (in cork)

After several months, Maggie complained that she had never climaxed
during sex and according to her Grandmother all Irish women are
entitled to a climax once in a while.

So, to resolve the problem, they went to see the Veterinarian since
there was no trustworthy doctor anywhere in the village. The Vet
didn't have a clue, but he did recall how, during the hot summer, his
mother and father would fan a cow that was having difficulty breeding
with a big towel. This would cool her down and make her relax.

So the Vet told them to hire a strong, virile young man to wave a big
towel over them while they were having sex. This, the Vet said, would
cause the young wife to cool down, relax, then climax. So the couple
hired a strong young man from Kerry to wave that big towel over them
as the Vet suggested.

After many efforts, Maggie still had not climaxed so they went back to
the Vet. The Vet said for her to change partners and let the young man
have sex with her while Paddy waved the big towel. They tried it that
night and Maggie went into wild, screaming, ear-splitting climaxes,
one right after the other for about two and a half hours.

When it was over, Paddy looked down at the exhausted young man and in
a boasting voice said: 'And that, me son, is how ya wave a fukkin'