Gotta love the Irish ( Archived) (46)

Now, before you start picking on me....no offense. I've got a wee bit o' the green in me m'self.

Gotta love the Irish

Six retired Irishmen are playing poker in O'Leary's apartment
when Paddy Murphy loses $500.00 on a single hand, clutches his chest,
and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother,
The other five continue playing standing up.
Michael O'Conner looks around and asks, "Oh, me boys, someone
got's to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?"
They draw straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell
him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse.
"Discreet??? I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet.
Discretion Is me middle name. Leave it to me."

Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door.
Mrs. Murphy answers, and asks what he wants.
Gallagher declares, "Your husband just lost $500.00, and is
Afraid to come Home."

"Tell him to drop dead!", says Murphy's wife.

"I'll go tell him." says Gallagher.

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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 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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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."

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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 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 true, Tim, did he at
least go quickly?"

"Well, Brenda, no. In fact, he got out three times to pee."

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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?"

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...' "



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AND THE BEST FOR LAST

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 knock in, there's no paper on this side either.

Very good I enjoyed the thread it made me laugh

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What's the wee bit of green in ya, have you been messing around with the WEE people again..... Thanks for the laugh. I was getting tired of picking on Blondes this is a just revenge enjoy your weekend....

Those aren't jokes, they're true storys..!!

Especially the second one :|

Yes I was wondering had the OP had a nice bit of green mickey
in there

Leprechauns, go for the Blonde's so I am told but do they call the wee thing a mickey....?..