The Drunken Ambulance
Mick Flaherty had supped more Guinness than
enough and had stumbled out of Quinn's bar and into the Sunday afternoon
air.
As his drunken eyes squinted to adjust to
the light, an ambulance went by at great speed. Blue lights flashing and
siren blaring, it roared up the street with Mick in full flight running
after it.
A hundred yards, 200, 300, almost a quarter
of a mile he tracked it until suddenly, lungs and legs giving out, he fell
into the gutter.
Then with his very last ounce of breath he
roared: 'You can keep your D*** ice cream!'

Paddy was found dead in his back yard, and
as the weather was a bit on the warm side, the wake was held down to only
two days, so his mortal remains wouldn't take a bad turn. At last
his friends laid him in the box, nailed it shut & started down the
hill into the churchyard. As it was a long, sloping path and the
mourners were appropriately tipsy, one fellow lurched into the gatepost
as they entered the graveyard. Suddenly a loud knocking came from
in the box. Paddy was alive! They opened the box up and he
sat up, wide eyed, and they all said, Sure, it's a miracle of God!
All rejoiced & they went back and had a few more drinks but later that
day, the poor lad died. Really died. Stone cold dead.
They bundled him back into his box, and as they huffed and puffed down
the hill the next morning, the priest said, "Careful now, boys; mind ye
don't bump the gatepost again"

A young Irishman sat at a pub in the New World
drinking beer and conversin' with the barkeep. Another comes in and
sits besides him. He says how you do and hears the lilt and says
you be Irish?
Yes I am.
The first man yells barkeep give us another
round and one for my friend here he's from the mother country as well.
The second man asks-so where in the old country
ye from.
Dublin responds the first.
Dublin you say - so am I and the second man
hollers barkeep bring us another round and a shot of your best Irish Whiskey
for me and my friend here.
Afterwards the first man asks from where in
Dublin and the second man responds with the street and the first man says
well I'll be - so am I and yells barkeep another pair of beers and Irish
Whiskey for the pair of us.
The phone behind the bar rings and the barkeep
answers it.
The owner of the pub asks - how is business.
The barkeep responds - not too bad - The O'Malley
twins are here getting drunk again.

A drunk gets on a bus and asks the conductor
how long the trip is between Limerick to Cork. "About 2 hours," says
the conductor.
"Okay," says the drunk "then how long is the
trip between Cork to Limerick?"
The irate conductor says to the drunk "It's
still about 2 hours, man. Why'd ya think there'd be a difference?"
"Well," says the drunk, "It's only a week
between Christmas and New Year's, but it's a helluva long time between
New Year's to Christmas!"

A young Irish girl goes into her priest on
Saturday morning for confession.
"Father, forgive me for I have Thinned."
"You've Thinnned?"
"Yes, I went out with me boyfriend Friday
night. He held me hand twice, kissed me three times, and made love
to me two times."
"Daughter! I want you to go straight
home, squeeze seven lemons into a glass, and drink it straight down."
"Will that wash away me Thin?"
"No, but it will get the silly smile off your
face."
Irishman, Englishman and a German are caught
in Saudi Arabia drinking. "Under Saudi law you are sentenced to 30
lashes then deported. Before you begin you are entitled to something
on you back, what would you like?" said the prison guard to the Englishman
just before lashing him.
The English man, being a bit of a cricket
fan, asked for linseed oil.
When they lashed him on a post and let him
go to catch his flight back to London he groaned and crawled to the airport.
Next came the German.
"Under Saudi law you are sentenced to 30 lashes
then deported. Before you begin you are entitled to something on
you back, what would you like?" said the prison guard
"Nothing" said the German and, after receiving
his lashes spat on the ground, called the prison guards Schisers and started
off towards the airport.
The guards then came to the Irishman.
"Under Saudi law you are sentenced to 30 lashes then deported. Before
you begin you are entitled to something on you back, what would you like?"
"Oh", replied the Irishman, "I'll take the
German".

An Irish priest and a Rabbi found themselves
sharing a compartment on a train. After a while, the priest opened
a conversation by saying "I know that, in your religion, you're not supposed
to eat pork...Have you actually ever tasted it?
The Rabbi said, "I must tell the truth.
Yes, I have, on the odd occasion."
Then the Rabbi had his turn of interrogation.
He asked, "Your religion, too...I know you're supposed to be celibate.
But...."
The priest replied, "Yes, I know what you're
going to ask. I have succumbed once or twice."
There was silence for a while. Then
the Rabbi peeped around the newspaper he was reading and said, "Better
than pork, isn't it?"

A cop pulls up two Irish drunks, and says to
the first, "What's your name and address?"
"I'm Paddy O'Day, of no fixed address."
The cop turns to the second drunk, and asks
the same question.
"I'm Seamus O'Toole, and I live in the flat
above Paddy." |