Topic: Only the Irish have jokes like these
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Wed 12/21/11 06:31 AM
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 the truth, 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 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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Wed 12/21/11 06:45 AM
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Wed 12/21/11 06:59 AM
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Wed 12/21/11 07:40 AM

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 the truth, 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 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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Wed 12/21/11 07:42 AM
Did you hear about the Irish woodworm?




Found dead in a brick!


An Irishman was walking around the Olympic Village site in London carrying a roll of chicken wire under his arm.
He’s approached by a Security Guard, who asks,
“What are you doing here?”
The Irish guy replies,
“Oim ‘ere for da fencin’.





Did you here about the Irish Water Polo team training for the upcoming Olympics?

Three of the horses drowned in the first five minutes.



Sean went for a job on a building site.
The foreman asked.
“Can you make tea?
Sean replied,
“Of course I can make tea!”
The foreman then asked,
“Can you drive a fork lift truck?”
Sean. (Eyes almost popping out of their sockets) asked,
“How big is the bloody teapot?”



The same foreman then said .
“Take the fork lift truck, load those telegraph poles, and then put them in the road at the Southern end of the street.
Joseph is going to start at the North end.”
Four hours later, the foreman sees the man and asks him,
“How many telegraph poles have you put in?”
“Five.”
Replies Sean,
“FIVE!”
shouts the foreman,
“FIVE!, Joseph has put in 26!”
“Yeah,”
retorts Sean,
“But look how far he’s left them sticking out of the ground!”



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Wed 12/21/11 07:45 AM

IRISH BRICKLAYERS REPORT.

Dear Sir,

I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Paragraph 3 of the accident report form.

I put “poor planning” as the cause of my accident. You asked for a more detailed account, and I trust the following explanation will be sufficient.



I am, by trade, a bricklayer. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six storey building.

When I had completed my work, I found that there were some bricks left over, which, when weighed later, were found to be slightly in excess of 500lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand. I decided to lower them in a barrel, using a pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth floor. Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it.

Then, I went down, and untied the rope, holding on to it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks.

You will note, in Paragraph 11 of the accident report form, that I weigh 135lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind, and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.

In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel, which was now proceeding downwards at an equally impressive speed.

This explains the fractured skull, and minor abrasions and broken collar bone, as listed in Section 3 of the accident report form.



Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind, and was able to hold tightly onto the rope, in spite of beginning to experience pain. At approximately the same time however, the barrel of bricks left the ground, and the bottom fell out of the barrel.

Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel weighed approximately 50lbs.

I refer you again to my weight. As you can imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building.

Once again, in the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth, and severe lacerations of my legs and lower body.

At this point, my luck began to change slightly.

The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me down enough to lessen my injuries, when I fell onto the pile of bricks and, fortunately, only 3 vertebrae were cracked.
I am sorry to report however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind, and let go of the rope, and I lay there, watching the empty barrel begin its’ descent back down the side of the building, and its’ inevitable landing on my lower torso.

This explains the two broken legs.

Sir,

I trust this is sufficient explanation for the board of inquiry.


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Wed 12/21/11 07:55 AM
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Mon 12/26/11 09:33 AM
Where does an Irish family go for vacation?
To a different pub.

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Thu 12/29/11 04:34 PM
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Thu 12/29/11 05:57 PM
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