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Lets talk about the Irish (Irish jokes that is) ;)

June 30th, 2009 04:12pm by flipvine

soup-of-the-dayI’m not sure what it is about the Irish that they always wind up being such tremendous drinkers in jokes.  I mean, why not the Russians – drinking is pretty much their middle name.  Why not the British – after all, its not called the Churchill gene for nothing.  Well, in any case, in tribute to all things Irish, here’s a number of jokes I’ve assembled to brighten your day.  And if you’re Irish, just comment with the next nationality you’d like me to make fun of, and I’ll oblige with pleasure. ;)

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!”

Here’s another one for you that has to do with driving and religion ;) :

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, I found one.”

Continuing with our connect-the-dots investigation of the Irish, here’s one that disproves the whole simple-mindedness that’s hinted at in these jokes:

Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to 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,” was the man’s reply.

“Then stand over there against the wall,” said the priest.

Then Father Murphy walked up to O’Toole and said, “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.”

Finally, lets tackle the topic of marital relations so to speak..

Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, “Pour me a stiff one – just had another fight with the little woman.”

“Oh yeah?” said Charlie, “And how did this one end?”

“When it was over,” Mike replied, “She came to me on her hands and knees.

“Really,” said Charles, “Now that’s a switch! What did she say?”

She said, “Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.”

And, the crown jewel of today’s joke-a-thon – this one had me rolling on the floor laughing my ass off (am I getting too old since I didn’t just say roflmao.. blah):

spentFlynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.

He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.

He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.

She said, “You were drunk again last night weren’t you?”

Flynn said, “Why you say such a mean thing?”

“Well,” Mary said, “it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly…..it’s all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.

There you have it folks.  Now just so the boys don’t feel bad about getting made fun of, here’s a little motivational Irish Sunglasses poster for ya:

irish-sunglasses

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One Response to “Lets talk about the Irish (Irish jokes that is) ;)”

  1. stultzie says:

    omg

    irish sunglasses…

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