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      #18953 - 01/28/06 06:19 PM

An Irishman's daughter had not been home for over 6 years.

Upon her return, her father berated her; "Where have you been all this time, you ingrate! Why didn't you write us, not even a line to let us know how you were doing? Why didn't you call? Don't you know what you put your Mum through??!!

The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff... Dad... I became a prostitute..."

"WHAT!!? Out of here, you shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family! I don't ever want to see you again!"

"OK, Dad - as you wish. I just came back to give Mom this fur coat, title deeds to a ten bedroom mansion, plus a savings account certificate for $2 million. For my little brother, this gold Rolex and for you, Daddy, the brand new Ford King Ranch Pickup truck that's parked outside plus a lifetime membership to the Duck Club...(takes a breath)...plus an invitation for you all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and...."

"Now what was it you said you had become?"

The girl, crying again said, "a prostitute, Dad!"

"Oh! Sweet Jesus! You scared me half to death, girl! I thought you said "a Protestant". Come here and give your old man a hug!"

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Re: irishman [Re: STTH]
      #21266 - 02/04/06 03:53 PM

Three young English lads walk into an Irish pub one slow afternoon. The only patron is an old Irishman sitting at the bar.

The young Englishmen ( not really bad types but wanting a bit of fun) decide among themselves to see how deadly an insult they can deliver about the patron saint of Ireland that will get the old Irishman angry.

The first Englishman approaches the old Irishman and says: " I hear that St. Patrick was a faggot". The old Irishman says:" Ye don't say!". The Englishman walks back to the table and is perplexed.

The second Englishman tells his companions. "Let me try. I know how to get the old boy really angry".

The second young Englishman approaches and says to the old Irishman: " I hear that St. Patrick was a transvestite faggot". The old Irishman replies:" Ye don't say!".

The second young Englishman says there is no way to get the old Irishman mad. The third young Englishman says that they just don't know how to really make the Irish mad. "Watch me", he says and goes up to the old Irishman.

The third Englishman says: " I hear that St. Patrick was an ENGLISHMAN!"

The old Irishman says: " Yes, that's what your friends have been saying!"

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #21434 - 02/05/06 06:33 PM

( In the Republic of Ireland, the "Garda" is the police)
A Scot is touring by car in the Republic of Ireland. He has a head on collision with a car driven by an Irishman.

Both cars are totally wrecked but the drivers are unharmed. The Scot and the Irishman get out of their cars, slightly dazed but each feels that they have miraculously escaped death.

Both approach each other and the Irishman says: "It's the grace o God that we are alive!. That means something!. The Lord wants us to be friends!".

The Scot agrees and they both shake hands. The Irishman says: " It's a good sign too that my bottle of 12 year old Glenlivet,because I hate Irish whisky, is safe and I say we should drink on it!".

The Scot, of course, is pleased to see an Irishman have some sense about whisky and says: " Pour away!"

The Irishman apologizes for the lack of glasses and hands the Scot the bottle of Glenlivet. The Scot proceeds to swig off half the bottle. Pausing for breath, he goes to hand the bottle back to the Irishman.

The Irishman says: " No, I'll wait until the Garda get here for their investigation".

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #21725 - 02/06/06 06:56 PM

A woman is in bed with her lover. She has just been telling him how stupid her Irish husband is.

Suddenly the door is thrown open and there stands the outraged husband who shouts: " What are you doing?"

The wife says to her lover: " See, what did I tell you?"

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #21726 - 02/06/06 06:57 PM

The Irishman is being interviewed by the international press and TV media. He tells them that they are simply exaggerating the alleged level of violence in Northern Ireland. There isn't any real violence at all, according to him.

The Irishman makes an impressive appearance of sincerity and the international media is impressed with him. Finally, one reporter speaks up: "You are obviously a man of sincerity and I think we all believe you. Now, just to get some background information on who you are, would you mind telling us what you do for a living?"

The Irishman smiles and says: " Not at all. I'm a tail gunner on a milk lorry".

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #21892 - 02/07/06 12:34 PM

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."

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Re: irishman [Re: IIFID]
      #21893 - 02/07/06 12:34 PM

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 got 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."

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Re: irishman [Re: IIFID]
      #21894 - 02/07/06 12:35 PM

O'Toole worked in the lumber yard for twenty years and all that time he'd been stealing the wood and selling it. At last his conscience began to bother him and he went to confession to repent.

"Father, it's 15 years since my last confession, and I've been stealing wood from the lumber yard all those years," he told the priest.

"I understand my son," says the priest. "Can you make a Novena?"

O'Toole said, "Father, if you have the plans, I've got the lumber."

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Re: irishman [Re: IIFID]
      #21895 - 02/07/06 12:35 PM

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!"

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Re: irishman [Re: IIFID]
      #21896 - 02/07/06 12:36 PM

Walking into the bar, Sean 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," Sean 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-bigolestinkyturd!"

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Re: irishman [Re: IIFID]
      #23878 - 02/11/06 10:35 PM

A guy manages to navigate his way up to the bar. As he sits down, he hears an Irish accent from the guy next to him. He asks: "Where in Ireland are ye from?" The other man replies: " "Roscommon". The first guy is interested and orders double whiskies for himself and his new acquaintance. He says: " So am I !. Whereabouts in Roscommon?" The other man says: " Near Ballyfarnum". Now the first guy is astonished and orders another round of doubles. He says: " That' where I'm from,too! What school did ye go to?" The other replies: " St.Mary's and I graduated in 1982". Now the first guy almost falls off his stool at this amazing coincidence! He hails his new found friend and orders another round of doubles. The two men toast each other.

At this point a regular walks in and seats himself and asks the bartender: " What's new?"

The bartender says: " Nothing much. The O'Malley twins are drunk again".

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #25981 - 02/20/06 12:19 AM

An Irishwoman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his help in reviving her husband's libido.
"What about trying Viagra? asks the doctor. Not a chance", she said. "He won't even take an aspirin".
"Not a problem", replied the doctor. "Give him an Irish Viagra. Drop it into his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went".
It wasn't a week later that she called the doctor, who directly inquired as to progress. The poor dear exclaimed, "Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid. Just terrible, doctor!".
"Really? What happened" asked the doctor?
Well, I did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee and the effect was almost immediate He jumped hisself straight up, with a twinkle in his eye, and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent the cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there, making wild, mad, passionate love to me on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!"
Why so terrible?" asked the doctor, "Do you mean the sex your husband provided wasn't good"? "Oh, no, no, no, doctor, the sex was fine indeed! 'Twas the best sex I've had in 25 years! But sure as I'm sittin' here, I'll never be able to show me face in Starbucks again

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #26574 - 02/22/06 08:36 PM

Jacques Chirac, The French President, is sitting in his office when his telephone rings.
"Hallo, Mr. Chirac!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy Down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"
"Well, Paddy," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?"
"Right now," says Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is myself, me Cousin Sean, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!"
Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command."
"Begoora!" says Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back."
Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!"
"And what equipment would that be Paddy?" Chirac asks.
"Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor."
Chirac sighs amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 150,000 since we last spoke."
"Saints preserve us!" says Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you."
Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!"
Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!"
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" says Paddy, "I will have to ring you back."
Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr. Chirac! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war."
"Really? I am sorry to hear that," says Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Well," says Paddy, "we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness, and decided there is no fookin' way we can feed 200,000 prisoners."

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #26601 - 02/22/06 10:54 PM

The French lose out on free rations once again.

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Re: irishman [Re: Mel]
      #27777 - 02/28/06 02:33 PM

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #27786 - 02/28/06 02:56 PM

Sandy was delivering his lecture to the tourists as he drove the tour bus through central Scotland.

" Here we hammered the English at Bannockburn. Aye! they were no match for we Scots!"

" Here we defeated the murderous redcoats!"

" Here we upheld the honor of Scotland and routed the cowardly English!"

Finally, an English tourist, somewhat upset by this slightly one sided narrative of history, spoke up and asked: " Surely the English won some fights with the Scots?"

Sandy glares and says: " Not while I'm driving this bus!"

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #27790 - 02/28/06 02:58 PM

The Englishman's wife steps up to the tee and, as she bends over to place her ball, a gust of wind blows her skirt up and reveals her lack of underwear.

"Good God, woman! Why aren't you wearing any knickers?" her husband demanded.

"Well, you don't give me enough housekeeping money to afford any."

The Englishman immediately reaches into his pocket and says, "For the sake of decency, here's $50. Go and buy yourself some underwear."



Next, the Irishman's wife bends over to set her ball on the tee. Her skirt also blows up to show that she is wearing no undies.


"Blessed Virgin Mary, woman! You've no knickers. Why not?"

She replies, "I can't afford any on the money you give me."

He reaches into his pocket and says, "For the sake of decency, here's $20. Go and buy yourself some underwear!"



Lastly, the Scotsman's wife bends over. The wind also takes her skirt over her head to reveal that she, too, is naked under it.

"Sweet mudder of Jesus, Aggie! Where the frig are yer drawers?"

She too explains, "You dinna give me enough money ta be able ta affarrd any."

The Scotsman reaches into his pocket and says, "Well, fer the love 'o Jasus,'n the sake of decency, here's a comb. Tidy yerself up a bit."

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #28894 - 03/06/06 01:43 AM

As soon as she had finished convent school, a bright young girl named Lena shook the dust of Ireland off her shoes and made her way to New York where before long, she became a successful performer in show business.

Eventually she returned to her home town for a visit and on a Saturday night went to confession in the church where she had always attended as a child.

In the confessional, Father Sullivan recognized her and began asking her about her work. She explained that she was an acrobatic dancer, and he wanted to know what that meant.

She said she would be happy to show him the kind of thing she did on stage. She stepped out of the confessional and within sight of Father Sullivan, she went into a series of cartwheels, leaping splits, handsprings and back flips.

Kneeling near the confessional, waiting their turn, were two middle-aged ladies. They witnessed Lena's acrobatics with wide eyes, and one said to the other, "Will you jus' look at the penance Father Sullivan is givin' out this night, and me without me bloomers on!"

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #28895 - 03/06/06 01:54 AM

One day a Scotsman, who has been stranded on a desert island for over 10 years, sees an unusual speck on the horizon. "It's certainly not a ship," he thinks to himself. As the speck gets closer and closer, he begins to rule out the possibilities of a small boat, then even a raft.

Suddenly, emerging from the surf comes a drop-dead gorgeous blonde woman wearing a wetsuit and scuba gear. She approaches the stunned man and says to him, "Tell me how long has it been since you've had a cigarette?" Ten years," replies the Scot. With that, she reaches over and unzips a waterproof pocket on her left sleeve and pulls out a pack of fresh cigarettes. He takes one, lights it, takes a long drag and says, "Achh, that is splendid!"

"And how long has it been since you've had a sip of good malt scotch?" she purrs. Trembling, the castaway replies, "Ten years." She reaches over, unzips her right sleeve, pulls out a flask and hands it to him. He opens the flask, takes a long swig and says, "Oh by God, it's absolutely fantastic!"

At this point she starts slowly unzipping the long zipper that runs down the front of her wetsuit. She looks at the man and asks huskily, "And how long has it been since you've played around? With tears in his eyes, the big Scot falls to his knees and sobs, "Oh, sweet Jesus! Don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there!

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #31086 - 03/15/06 12:48 AM

Two Irishmen, Patrick & Michael, were adrift in a lifeboat following a dramatic escape from a burning freighter.
While rummaging through the boat's provisions, Patrick stumbled across an old lamp. Secretly hoping that a genie would appear, he rubbed the lamp vigorously To the amazement of Patrick, a genie came forth.
This particular genie, however, stated that he could only deliver one wish, not the standard three.
Without giving much thought to the matter, Patrick blurted out, "Make the entire ocean into Guinness Beer!"
The genie clapped his hands with a deafening crash, and immediately the entire sea turned into the finest brew ever sampled by mortals. Simultaneously, the genie vanished.
Only the gentle lapping of Guinness on the hull broke the stillness as the two men considered their circumstances.
Michael looked disgustedly at Patrick whose wish had been granted.
After a long, tension-filled moment, he spoke: "Nice going Patrick! Now we're going to have to pee in the boat!

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #31341 - 03/16/06 05:50 AM

Rules and Regs for Rookie St. Patty's Day Partiers

The following is a useful guide for rookie St. Patty's Day partiers. If this is the first time you will be celebrating St. Patrick's Day with someone with Irish roots, I advise you to read this carefully.

Leg 1: 7 a.m. to 9 a.m.

Rise and shine early. Take a long, hot shower, and liberally use aftershave, perfume, cologne, deodorant and powders afterwards, because by 3 p.m. you will be excreting raw alcohol and other poisons, and without proper preparations, you will smell like a three-day dead cat wrapped in a fraternity carpet.
The bars open at 9, so use this time to prepare. Collect the following supplies and put them in a place where you will easily be able to find it in an impaired condition. We recommend the bathroom floor, between the toilet and the baseboard heater, since that's where you'll probably end up:
* 1 quart spring water
* 1 bottle aspirin
* 5 pairs Depends undergarment
* 1 bottle Percocet
* 1 gram morphine sulphate
* 1 oz. human adrenaline extract
* 1 precharged electric defibrillator
* 4 Cardiac needles * 1 trauma surgeon Brew a strong pot of coffee. Add 9 oz. Jameson Irish whiskey, drink.
Note that coffee should be drunk liberally throughout the day. There is a reason that the Irish invented Irish Coffee; unless you ingest a large volume of artificial stimulants throughout the course of St. Patrick's Day, you are going to die. Arrange to be picked up and taken to the bar by 8:45 a.m. We cannot stress enough that you should not drink and drive. There is no reason to chance losing your license or killing someone in a drunken state when you have plenty of idiot friends willing to take that risk on your behalf.

Leg 2: 9 a.m. to 11 a.m.

Arrive at the bar right when it opens. Make sure this is an Irish bar if at all possible. An Irish bar in Boston is the best alternative, since Boston in Gaelic means West Kilarney. However, almost every city in America has bars called The Blarney Stone, McSomethings, or The Dirty Mick. Just try to ignore the fact that the bar is probably owned by Koreans.
Secure a barstool and do not leave it under any circumstances. The bar is liable to be packed by noon, and real Irish people do not wait in line for drinks, no matter what the consequences. While we do recommend the use of an adult undergarment to mask unpleasant smells, it really doesn't matter. By afternoon, you'll be sopping wet with spilled beer anyway, and your mild urine smell will be completely overpowered by the toxic stench of vomit. We recommend starting out with a few more Irish Coffees to spike the stimulant level, however, you should not order an "Irish Coffee," as you will be given a fruity little glass mug topped with whipped cream and a cherry, and some guy named Seamus will call you a yuppie poseur while putting a cigarette out on your neck. Ask for coffee with whiskey and ask the bartender to leave the whipped cream can, as nothing will add spice to your day like the occasional whippet.

Leg 3: 11 a.m. to 2 p.m.

It's lunchtime! You may not be hungry, but it's important to eat something, because like Sheriff Bart said in Blazing Saddles:" Man drink like that, and don't eat, he is going to die." If you want to maintain your buzz and not get that hideous, bloated feeling that could slow down your drinking, there are only two options: popcorn or Pop Tarts. Both have the carbohydrates you'll need to give you energy, both will soak up excess bile in your stomach, and both have names that are hard to slur.
If you start slurring your words too early, you'll hear the most frightening phrase in the English language on St. Patrick's Day besides I'm pregnant: "You're cut off". By now, you should switch off of coffee drinks to beer. You have only one option here: Guinness stout. You may be tempted to order green beer, but remember: beer doesn't always turn green because of food coloring.

Leg 4: 2 p.m. to 7 p.m.

By now, the bar is definitely crowded as people take long lunches and bail out of work early to tie one on. If you're doing your job correctly, the bar should look twice or three times as crowded as it really is. By now, you may be in conversation with some real Irish people, since the person you came with has likely been taken away by ambulance. Some conversational points to remember when talking to the Irish are: Football really means Soccer, and you should be more passionate about it than you are about your wife or husband, AND The English are all pi$$-arsed, pig-f---ing bastards who should be lined up and kicked into the Liffey. If you remember those two points, as well at least three derogatory names for Margaret Thatcher, you can talk to the Irish for hours. You should continue to drink Guinness throughout this leg, although you may want to have another Irish Coffee if your heartbeat has become irregular.

The Home Stretch: 7 p.m. to Closing

Your goal, of course, is to be the last person to leave the bar at closing time. This will be impossible, since a blood alcohol content of .50 usually equals death, and you should be pushing a .35 or .40 by now.
The only way for a true Irishman to leave a bar before closing time with honor is to be hauled away by the police. Throw a punch. It doesn't matter who you hit or why; no one's made any sense since 3 o'clock, anyway. You will be beaten mercilessly, since your fine motor control has been gone since the late morning, but it doesn't matter since you can't feel anything. Depending on your community, the police should arrive within fifteen minutes to scrape you off the floor and clap you in irons. The final impression you leave is the most important: as you are being dragged from the bar, begin screaming that you want to take your drink with you. You will be a legend, and by now the friend who took you to the bar should have had his or her stomach pumped, and will be able to bail you out.
By following these simple guidelines, your St. Patrick's Day experience would be one you would never forget if it weren't physically and biologically impossible for you to remember any of it.
Tune in next month for our next self- help guide: The Pros and Cons of Waking Up Naked In a Dumpster.

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #31647 - 03/17/06 10:46 AM

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!


John O'Reilly hoisted his beer and said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life,
between the legs of me wife!" That won him the top prize at the pub for the
best toast of the night!
He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the Best toast of the night"
She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?" John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife." "Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said.
The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner.
The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the
pub with a toast about you, Mary." She said, "Aye, he told me, and I was a bit
surprised myself. You know, he s only been there twice in the last four years. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come."


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Re: irishman [Re: MB2]
      #31666 - 03/17/06 11:33 AM

Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary's apartment when Paddy Murphy loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up.

Michael O'Conner looks around and asks, "Oh, me boys, someone got's to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?"

They draw straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse.

"Discreet??? I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me."

Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door. Mrs. Murphy answers and asks what he wants. Gallagher declares: "Your husband just lost $500 and is afraid to come home."

"Tell him to drop dead!", says Murphy's wife.

"I'll go tell him." says Gallagher.

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #33348 - 03/26/06 03:36 AM

Well a scotsman in a kilt left the pub one evening fair,
and one could tell by how he walked that he drunk more then his share,
he fumbled 'round 'til he could no longer keep his feet,
then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street,

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by,
and one said to the other with a twinkle in her eye,
"see that sleeping scotsman, so strong and handsome built,
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneith the kilt,"

They crept up on that scotsman,
quiet as could be,
lifted up his kilt 'bout an inch so they could see,
and underneith his kilt was nothing more then God had graced him with amoung his birth,

They marveled for a moment then one said "we must be gone,
lets leave a present for our friend befor we move along",
as a gift they left a blue silk ribon tied into a bow,
around the bonnie star the scots kilt did lift and show,

Now the scotsman woke to natures call and stumbles towards the trees,
behind the bush he lifts his kilt and starres at what he sees,
and in a startled voice he says "to whats befor my eyes,
oh lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize".

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Re: irishman [Re: SwampFox]
      #35801 - 04/08/06 09:41 PM

An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman were without tickets for the opening ceremonies of the summer Olympics but hoped to be able to talk their way in at the gate. Security was very tight, however, and each of their attempts was met with a stern refusal.

While wandering around outside the stadium, the Englishman came upon construction site, which gave him an idea. Grabbing a length of scaffolding, he presented himself at the gate and said, "Johnson, the pole vault," and was admitted.

The Scotsman, overhearing this, went at once to search the site. When he came up with a sledge hammer, he presented himself at the gate and said, "McTavish, the hammer." He was also admitted.

The Irishman combed the site for an hour and was nearly ready to give up when he spotted his ticket in. Seizing a roll of barbed wire, he presented himself at the gate and announced, "O'Sullivan, fencing."

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