You got to love the Irish.............................. (19)
Don't think I'd agree to give up the whiskey!
Jameson tastes too good.
Jameson tastes too good.
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Do people still call their kids Paddy?
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Mercedes_00: Do people still call their kids Paddy?
Yup here they do....mostly called Patrick but nearly always end up being called Paddy.It goes for the following too.
Michael = Mikey or Mickey
John = Johnny
Denis = Dinny
James = Jimmy or Jim
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SlainteMhaithx: Yup here they do....mostly called Patrick but nearly always end up being called Paddy.
It goes for the following too.
Michael = Mikey or Mickey
John = Johnny
Denis = Dinny
James = Jimmy or Jim
It goes for the following too.
Michael = Mikey or Mickey
John = Johnny
Denis = Dinny
James = Jimmy or Jim
With all the Paddy jokes it's like saying the name Paddy is a dummy so I'm surprised people would still call their kids Patrick if you know what I mean?
Why is the name paddy always in Irish jokes?
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Mercedes_00: With all the Paddy jokes it's like saying the name Paddy is a dummy so I'm surprised people would still call their kids Patrick if you know what I mean?
Why is the name paddy always in Irish jokes?
St. Patrick is the patron Saint of Ireland...so hence the Paddy reference.Why is the name paddy always in Irish jokes?
Every nation has the piss taken out of them for some reason or another...i dont take Irish jokes personally...they are quite funny.
But to silence the notion that we are a nation of drinkers.because not all drink to excess here...i certainly dont.
I may talk about wine alot but i font drink much.
So my face and brain are quite safe for a while yet
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stuff the Irish......
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There is very much a social obligation to like the Irish, yes. Almost two centuries on from the Irish famine and we're still supposed to pity theml it's politically correct to give them a laugh and a leg-up.
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ChesneyChrist: There is very much a social obligation to like the Irish, yes. Almost two centuries on from the Irish famine and we're still supposed to pity theml it's politically correct to give them a laugh and a leg-up.
We all love you too, Chesney 
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ChesneyChrist: There is very much a social obligation to like the Irish, yes. Almost two centuries on from the Irish famine and we're still supposed to pity theml it's politically correct to give them a laugh and a leg-up.
You can go off people!!
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truheart1941: stuff the Irish......
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truheart1941: stuff the Irish......
. Sage & onion or sausage ? 
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fifitrixibelle: . Sage & onion or sausage ?
for you a sausage.......I,d ram some meat up you,.....tell yer.....
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truheart1941: for you a sausage.......I,d ram some meat up
you,.....tell yer.....
cocktail sausages dont count you,.....tell yer.....
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You got to love the Irish? Says who? I´m more into Thai and Welsh girls!
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Sitting here now listening to Irish pub radio on the internet, one of my favorite web radio stations.
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For those of you thinking of messing with the Irish - This is a true story
IRELAND DECLARES WAR ON FRANCE
Jacques Chirac, The French President, is sitting in his office when his telephone rings. "Hallo, Mr. Chirac!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!" "Well, Paddy," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?" "Right now," says Paddy, after a moment"s calculation, "there is meself, me Cousin Sean, me next door neighbor Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!" Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command." "Begoora!" says Paddy. "I"ll have to ring you back." Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!" "And what equipment would that be Paddy?" Chirac asks. "Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy"s farm tractor." Chirac sighs amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 150,000 since we last spoke." "Saints preserve us!" says Paddy. "I"ll have to get back to you." Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin"s ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!" Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!" "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" says Paddy, "I will have to ring you back." Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. "Top o" the mornin", Mr. Chirac! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war." "Really? I am sorry to hear that Paddy," says Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?" "Well," says Paddy, "we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness, and decided there is no freakin" way we can feed 200,000 prisoners."
IRELAND DECLARES WAR ON FRANCE
Jacques Chirac, The French President, is sitting in his office when his telephone rings. "Hallo, Mr. Chirac!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!" "Well, Paddy," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?" "Right now," says Paddy, after a moment"s calculation, "there is meself, me Cousin Sean, me next door neighbor Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!" Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command." "Begoora!" says Paddy. "I"ll have to ring you back." Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!" "And what equipment would that be Paddy?" Chirac asks. "Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy"s farm tractor." Chirac sighs amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 150,000 since we last spoke." "Saints preserve us!" says Paddy. "I"ll have to get back to you." Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin"s ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!" Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!" "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" says Paddy, "I will have to ring you back." Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. "Top o" the mornin", Mr. Chirac! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war." "Really? I am sorry to hear that Paddy," says Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?" "Well," says Paddy, "we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness, and decided there is no freakin" way we can feed 200,000 prisoners."
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Yes we're great...
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Boudreaux and Bertha .....................Okay a Cajun joke this time
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Boudreaux, out in his pasture in south Louisiana , takes a lightning-quick kick from a cow right in the crotch.
Writhing in agony, he falls to the ground. As soon as he could manage, he took himself to the doctor.
He said 'How bad is it Doc? . . . I'm going on my honeymoon next week and my fiancé, Bertha, is still a virgin - in every way.'
The doctor told him, 'I'll have to put your willy in a splint to let it heal and keep it straight. It should be okay next week.'
He took four tongue depressors and formed a neat little 4 sided splint, and taped it all together . . . Quite an impressive work of art and engineering.
Boudreaux mentions none of this to Bertha, marries her, and they go on their honeymoon to Ville Platte.
That night in the motel room, Bertha slowly open her blouse to reveal her beautiful, untouched breasts.
She said, 'You're da first, nobody has EVER seen deez.'
Boudreaux immediately drops his pants and replies,
'Look at dis, Bertha.......
..... ..still in DA CRATE!'
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Boudreaux, out in his pasture in south Louisiana , takes a lightning-quick kick from a cow right in the crotch.
Writhing in agony, he falls to the ground. As soon as he could manage, he took himself to the doctor.
He said 'How bad is it Doc? . . . I'm going on my honeymoon next week and my fiancé, Bertha, is still a virgin - in every way.'
The doctor told him, 'I'll have to put your willy in a splint to let it heal and keep it straight. It should be okay next week.'
He took four tongue depressors and formed a neat little 4 sided splint, and taped it all together . . . Quite an impressive work of art and engineering.
Boudreaux mentions none of this to Bertha, marries her, and they go on their honeymoon to Ville Platte.
That night in the motel room, Bertha slowly open her blouse to reveal her beautiful, untouched breasts.
She said, 'You're da first, nobody has EVER seen deez.'
Boudreaux immediately drops his pants and replies,
'Look at dis, Bertha.......
..... ..still in DA CRATE!'
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Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, 'Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!'
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Paddy looked up again and said, 'Never mind Lord, I found one.'
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Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and asks the first man he meets, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'
The man said, 'I do, Father...'
The priest said, 'Then stand over there against the wall.'
Then the priest asked the second man, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'
'Certainly, Father,' the man replied.
'Then stand over there against the wall,' said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and asked, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'
O'Toole said, 'No, I don't Father.'
The priest said, 'I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?'
O'Toole said, 'Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.'
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Paddy was in New York ..
He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop on a busy street crossing. The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, 'Okay, pedestrians.' Then he'd allow the traffic to pass.
He'd done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk.
After the cop had shouted, 'Pedestrians!' for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, 'Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?'
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Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.
'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!'
'Yes, I saw it!' replied Finney. 'Where are ye callin' from?'
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An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut .. The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.
He says, 'Sir, have you been drinking?'
'Just water,' says the priest.
The trooper says, 'Then why do I smell wine?'
The priest looks at the bottle and says, 'Good Lord! He's done it again!'