John Saxton
10th June 2016, 08:42 PM
The reason there are so many Irish jokes is because the Irish have
a quaint way with words.
Like the Irish patient who hobbled into the Surgery waiting room.
"I hope to God the doctor finds something wrong with me because I'd
hate to feel like this if I was well!
Murphy dropped dead the moment he arrived home from a vacation in the
Tropics.
He was laid out in the coffin for friends and neighbours to pay their last
respects.
"He's got a great tan," Mrs Doolan from next door mused. "The holiday did
him the world of good."
"And he looks so calm and serene," said Mrs McGuiness.
"That's because he died in his sleep." explained Mrs Murphy,
"and he doesn't know he's dead yet, but when he wakes up, the shock will kill him!"
"Your glass is empty O'Flaherty, will you be having another?"
"And why would I be wanting two empty glasses?" replied O'Flaherty.
Murphy arrived home late from the pub, well oiled and ready for trouble.
"Is that you Murphy?" called his wife.
"Byjasis! It damned well better be!"
Dublin's contestant in an international quiz was waiting for his first question.
"First, what's your name and occupation?" The compere asked.
"Pass", came the reply.
Paddy and Shamus were hitchhiking. "It's best if we split up," said Paddy.
"I will meet you in the next City under the town hall clock".
Later that night Shamus was waiting at the appointed place when Paddy drove
up in a swank car.
"Where the hell did you get that?"
Paddy explained that he had just walked a little way when a beautiful woman
picked him up.
She drove into the woods, got out and took all her clothes off.
"She said I could have anything I wanted, so I took the car," said Paddy.
"Good choice too," said Shamus. "You'd look ridiculous in her clothes."
PADDY... "If you can guess how many chooks I have in my bag, you can have
both of them."
"Three," ? ... Suggested Shaun.
On his way home one night, Paddy dropped into the pub.
The barman poured him a beer and asked if he wanted to be in a raffle.
"What's it for?" asked Paddy..
"It's for a poor widow with 13 kids." said the barman.
Paddy shook his head, "No good for me. I'd never be able to keep them."
a quaint way with words.
Like the Irish patient who hobbled into the Surgery waiting room.
"I hope to God the doctor finds something wrong with me because I'd
hate to feel like this if I was well!
Murphy dropped dead the moment he arrived home from a vacation in the
Tropics.
He was laid out in the coffin for friends and neighbours to pay their last
respects.
"He's got a great tan," Mrs Doolan from next door mused. "The holiday did
him the world of good."
"And he looks so calm and serene," said Mrs McGuiness.
"That's because he died in his sleep." explained Mrs Murphy,
"and he doesn't know he's dead yet, but when he wakes up, the shock will kill him!"
"Your glass is empty O'Flaherty, will you be having another?"
"And why would I be wanting two empty glasses?" replied O'Flaherty.
Murphy arrived home late from the pub, well oiled and ready for trouble.
"Is that you Murphy?" called his wife.
"Byjasis! It damned well better be!"
Dublin's contestant in an international quiz was waiting for his first question.
"First, what's your name and occupation?" The compere asked.
"Pass", came the reply.
Paddy and Shamus were hitchhiking. "It's best if we split up," said Paddy.
"I will meet you in the next City under the town hall clock".
Later that night Shamus was waiting at the appointed place when Paddy drove
up in a swank car.
"Where the hell did you get that?"
Paddy explained that he had just walked a little way when a beautiful woman
picked him up.
She drove into the woods, got out and took all her clothes off.
"She said I could have anything I wanted, so I took the car," said Paddy.
"Good choice too," said Shamus. "You'd look ridiculous in her clothes."
PADDY... "If you can guess how many chooks I have in my bag, you can have
both of them."
"Three," ? ... Suggested Shaun.
On his way home one night, Paddy dropped into the pub.
The barman poured him a beer and asked if he wanted to be in a raffle.
"What's it for?" asked Paddy..
"It's for a poor widow with 13 kids." said the barman.
Paddy shook his head, "No good for me. I'd never be able to keep them."