Mary Clancy goes up to Father McGuire after his Sunday morning service, and she's in tears. He says, "So what's bothering you, Mary my dear?" She says, "Oh, Father, I've got terrible news. My husband passed away last night." The priest says, "Oh, Mary, that's terrible. Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?" She says, "That he did, Father." The priest says, "What did he ask, Mary? " She says, "He said, 'Please Mary, put down that gun.'
Seeing hows I'm a wee bit Irish, I feel compelled to chime in JM........
The local District Judge had given the defendant a lecture on the evils of drink. But in view of the fact that this was the first time the man had been drunk and incapable, the case was dismissed on payment of ten shillings costs. "Now don't let me ever see your face again," said the Justice sternly as the defendant turned to go. "I'm afraid I can't promise that, sir," said the released man. "And why not?"
The Irishman was staggering home with a bottle in his back pocket when he slipped and fell. Struggling to his feet, he felt something wet running down his leg.
Mrs. O'Leary is chatting with Mrs. O'Rourke in a pub when she glances out the window and shrieks, "Oh no, here comes my Paddy up the front walk with a bouquet of flowers! I suppose this means I'll be spending the entire weekend on my back with my legs in the air!"
In a puzzled tone Mrs. O'Rourke replies, "What's the matter, don't you have a vase?"
A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a pub and asks if he could buy him a drink.
"Why of course," comes the reply.
The first man then asks: "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.
The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland." "Of Course," replies the second man.
Curious, the first man then asks: "Where in Ireland are you from?" "Dublin," comes the reply. "I can't believe it," says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin." "Of course," replies the second man.
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: "What school did you go to?" "Saint Mary's," replies the second man. "I graduated in '62."
"This is unbelievable!" the first man says. "I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '62, too!"
About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar. "What's been going on?" he asks the bartender. "Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Malley twins are drunk again."
Sean walks into the bedroom around 3AM, He has a goat under his arm.He wakes up his wife and claims 'here is the pig I've slept with for 10 years! She says 'Sean your so drunk, ya dont even know thats a goat. Sean looks at his wife and says ' I wadnt talkin to you!' --MIK
An Englishman, a Scott, and an Irishman walk into a bar and each order a beer. Each one notices that they have a fly floating on top of the beer. The Englishman speaks up first: "I say, my good man, there seems to be a fly in my beer. Would you be so kind as to pour me another?" Then, the Scott addresses the Bartender: "Laddy, ahhl bye puhhling yer broooken teeth out ohf me fingers if yoo dohn't pull that fly out ohf me beer!" The Irishman looks down at his beer and sees the fly, then, pulls the fly out of the beer, gently holding him between his thumb and index finger over the top of the beer. With his other index finger, he gently presses against the chest of the fly, while he exclaimed: "SPIT IT OUT, YA LITTLE BASTARD!!! SPIT IT OUT!!!"
Paddy goes into the pub and orders 3 pints of Stout.. quietly, he sits and drinks all three, minding his own business.
He returns the next night, and the next, and does this for a couple of weeks straight ordering three pints at a time and drinking them all himself.
After a month, the bartender finally says, "you know, I can serve em one at a time and they'll stay colder for ya".
Paddy declines and says, "No, I'm drinking these in memory of me two brothers. When we were young, every night we'd go to the pub and have a pint together". "We haven't seen each other for years, so this is my way to be with them again".
After several months he came in one night and only ordered 2 pints. By then, the rest of the patrons had learned of his story and everyone immediately figured something terrible had happened.
Finally one patron decided to ask "Paddy, we all know you have 3 pints every night to share with ye brothers, and tonight yur only having two. Were afraid something terrible has happened and we wanted to offer ye our condolences".
Paddy looked up and said, "Oh sweet Jesus, nothing bad has happened, thank ye anyway tho, that's mighty kind of ya. I just gave up drinking for lent."
Me late Irish friend Bob Corrigan bequeethed thee my beautiful 69 Bird, and I will be swillin the Jameson on the rocks tonight in his memory. OK, maybe I've already started!
I've drank to your health in Taverns... I've drank to your health in my home... I've drank to your health so danm many times... I've almost ruined my own!