Wednesday, January 26, 2005

To brighten a dark day

More forwards from my father. Where the hell does he find these things? this time, it's jokes against the irish. bear in mind, my father is half irish.



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 snit, 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,"
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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 tellin' 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 true, Tim. "Did he at least go quickly?" "Well, no Brenda... no. Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
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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 just sits 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."



my deepest apologies to the following: the irish; those with a passable irish brogue; those with a college education; and those who stumbled upon this 'blog by accident.



2 Comments:

At January 26, 2005 11:49 AM, Blogger German said...

i always thought "Shamus" was spelled "Seamus" or something like that...Those crazy irish...

 
At January 26, 2005 11:52 AM, Blogger Robert said...

You'd think that if someone is going to be racist enough to go to the trouble of typing up and emailing irish jokes, they'd know how to spell irish names.

in their defense, i thought that seamus was pronounced see-muss until roughly 6 months ago.

 

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