The first Irishman stands up, says, "B-B-B-B-Belf-f-f-f-ast" and sits down in disappointment. The second Irishman says "D-D-D-Dublin" and also sits down with a sad face. The third Irishman says "London". In amazement the therapist immediately grabs him, takes into the next room, from where there are sounds of frantic lovemaking. After half an hour they return and the Irishman has a stupid, satisfied grin on his face. Before restarting the session the therapist asks if there's is anything that any of the men would like to say. The third Irishman raises his hands and continues "d-d-d-d-erry" |
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Good Irish Man He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the best toast of the night." She said, "Aye, what was your toast?" John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife." "Oh that is very nice indeed, John!", Mary said. The next day Mary ran into one of John's toasting buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night with a toast about you Mary." She said, "Aye and I was a bit surprised meself! You know, he's only been there twice! Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come!" Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp. "What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender. "Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy. "That little squirt, O'Conner?" says Sean, "He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand." "That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it." "Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself, didn't you have something in your hand?" "That I did," said Paddy. "Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight." An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over. "So," says the cop to the driver, "where have ya been?" "Why, I've been to the pub, of course," slurs the drunk. "Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening." "I did, all right," the drunk says with a smile. "Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, "that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?" "Oh, thank heavens!" sighs the drunk. "For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf!" Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady after his Sunday morning service, and she's in tears. He says, "So what's botherin' ya, Mary, my dear?" She says, "Oh father, I've got terrible news. My husband passed away last night." The priest says, "Oh Mary, that's terrible! Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?" She says, "That he did, Father." The priest says, "What did he ask, Mary?" She says, "He said, 'Please, Mary, put down that damn gun....'" And
The Best For Last: Finally,
the Priest pounds three times on the wall. The drunk mumbles, "Ain't
no use knockin'. There's no paper on this side either." |
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