Bazza454 Posted September 18, 2009 Share Posted September 18, 2009 Poor old Paddy has spent all day in the pub getting completely ratted, trying to work out why he has only 3 brothers yet his sister has 4... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Tracker Posted September 18, 2009 Share Posted September 18, 2009 ................................ and did he work it out in the end - or does it go into Irish folk lore, along with when poor old Murphy saw three new shovels and got confused when he was asked to take his pick or when Sean and Mick couldn't apply for a job as Treefellers 'cos there was only the two of them or when Seamus bought himself some brand new water skis and drove all over da place looking for a sloping lake? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
carioca Posted September 18, 2009 Share Posted September 18, 2009 Paddy went for a job as a blacksmith when asked if he had any experience in shoeing horses he replied no but i once told a donkey to f@@k off :$ :$ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geof Angi Posted September 18, 2009 Share Posted September 18, 2009 Paddy told Murphy that he was getting a divorce Why, said Murphy My wife hasn't spoken to me for 2 years say's Paddy I would think again say's Murphy, women like that are hard to come by Geof Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bazza454 Posted September 19, 2009 Author Share Posted September 19, 2009 Paddy lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite scones.Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture. His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a wooden spoon ........................"Sod off" she said, "they're for the funeral." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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