St. Paddy's day humor

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A little humor for this coming Friday.



"The Errand"

McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar.

When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave.

"S'cuse me", said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done, "what was that all about?"

"Nothin', said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar! of olives!"




"I've Lost Me Luggage"

An Irishman arrived at JFK Airport and wandered around the terminal with tears streaming down his cheeks. An airline employee asked him if he was already homesick.

"No," replied the Irishman, "I've lost all me luggage!"

"How'd that happen?"

"The cork fell out!" said the Irishman.




"Water to Wine"

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 ya been drinkin'?"

"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!"




"The Brothel"

Two Irishmen were sitting at a pub having beer and watching the brothel across the street.

They saw a Baptist minister walk into the brothel, and one of them said, "Aye, 'tis a shame to see a man of the cloth goin' bad."

Then they saw a rabbi enter the brothel, and the other Irishman said, "Aye, 'tis a shame to see that the Jews are fallin' victim to temptation as well."

Then they see a Catholic priest enter the brothel, and one of the Irishmen said, "What a terrible pity...one of the girls must be dying."




Irish Cemetery

Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Seamus, were stumbling home from the pub late on! e night and found themselves on the road which led past the old gravey ard.

"Come have a look over here." says Paddy, "It's Michael O'Grady's grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87."

"That's nothing." says Sean, "Here's one named Patrick O'Toole, and it says here that he was 95 when he died!"

Just then, Seamus yells out, "Good God, here's a fella that got to be 145!"

"What was his name?" asks Paddy.

Seamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker and exclaims, "Miles, from Dublin."




Irish Predicament

Drunk Ole Mulvihill staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional box, sits down but says nothing.

The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but Ole 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."




Irish Last Request

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, 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 gun!'
 
A golfer was on vacation in Ireland and while playing he
made a hole-in-one. With that a leprechaun jumps out from the
trees and says, "I am the lucky leprechaun of the 13th hole.

I'll grant you any wish."
The player thought a bit and said, "Could you make me weeny
a bit larger?" Well, by the time he got to the 14th tee it
was showin' below his shorts. He continued his game and on
the 15th hole it was draggin' along behind him. By the 18th
he could hardly make it to the green.

He went straight to the pro shop and asked the pro how to
fix it. He was told that legend has it that you must go back
and make another ace and see the leprecahn again. After
purchasing five buckets of balls he made his way back to the
13th and frantically began hitting shot after shot until
finally he made the hole-in-one. Again the leprechaun offered
any wish. The player
asked, "Could ya make me legs a bit longer?"
 
Greetings! Here's two short ones. 1) Question: Why do people wear shamrocks on St. Patrick's Day? Answer: Regular rocks are too heavy. 2) Question: What kind of music does a leprechaun band play? Answer: Shamrock 'n' roll! I wish everyone a great St. Patrick's Day! Regards, knightlaird
 
All right, you asked for it. Today my Irish friends will be having their taditional 7 course meal..... A six pk of beer and a potato.
 
IN AN IRISH BAR...

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Walking into the bar, Ray said to Marc the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman."

"Oh yeah?" said Marc "And how did this one end?"

"When it was over," Ray replied, "she came to me on her hands and knees."

"Really," said Marc, "now that's a switch! What did she say?"

She said, "Come out from under the bed, you little chicken shit."
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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 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."


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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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