The Irish... only the Irish...

Only the Irish have Jokes Like These
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 shit, 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.
  “D id 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.”

Brenda O’Malley is home making dinner, as usual,
when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
“Brenda, may I come in?” he asks. “I’ve
somethin ’ to tell ya”.
” Of course you can come in, you’re always welcome,
Tim. But where’s my husband?”
” That’s what I’m here to be telling ya, Brenda.”
There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery…”
“Oh, God no!” cries Brenda. “Please don’t tell me.”
” I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead
and gone. I’m sorry.”
Finally, she looked up at Tim. “How did it happen, Tim?”
” It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat Of
Guinness Stout and drowned.”
“Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me the truth,
Tim. Did he at least go quickly?”
“Well, Brenda… no. In fact, he got out three times to pee.”

Mary Clancy goes up to Father O’ Grady after his Sunday
morning service, and she’s in tears.
He says, ” So what’s bothering you, 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?”
S he says, “That he did, Father.”
The priest says, “What did he ask, Mary? ”
She says, He said, ‘Please Mary, put down that damn g un…’

*

AND THE BEST FOR L AST

A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters
a confessional booth, sits down, but says nothing.
The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention
but the drunk continues to sit there.
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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