Begorrah! It's the Irish !

[willywhit]

Happy St Patty's to Y'all !

dano just sent me this gem

One day an Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, saw a speck on the horizon. He thought to himself, 'It's certainly not a ship.' And, as the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out the possibilities of a small boat or even a raft.

Suddenly there emerged from the surf a wet-suited black clad figure. Putting aside the scuba gear and the top of the wet suit, there stood a drop-dead gorgeous blonde! The glamorous blonde strode up to the stunned Irishman and said to him 'Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a cigarette?'

'Ten years,' replied the amazed Irishman. With that, she reached over and unzipped a waterproofed pocket on the left sleeve of her wet suit, and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes. He takes one, lights it, and takes a long drag. 'Faith and begorra,'said the man, 'that is so good I'd almost forgotten how great a smoke can be!'

'And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Irish whiskey'

asked the blonde Trembling, the castaway replied, 'Ten years.' Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right sleeve unzips a pocket there and removes a flask and hands it to him. He opened the flask and took a long drink.

'Tis nectar of the gods!' stated the Irishman. 'Tis truly fantastic!'

At this point the gorgeous blonde started to slowly unzip the long front of her wet suit, right down the middle.. She looked at the trembling man and asked, 'And how long has it been since you played around?'

With tears in his eyes, the Irishman fell to his knees and sobbed: ' Don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there too!'

a Street Dogs tune for Ye !:D

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[photodad2001]

While traveling through Ireland I stumbled upon a tiny pub deep in the hillside. Being a tourist I felt compelled to venture in for tall pint of Irish brew. I seated myself at the end of the bar. There were only 2 others in the pub. The bartender and a large stout Irishman hunched over a pint of ale. I bellied up and asked the bartender for a glass of the house brew. Before I could bring the glass to my lips the Irishman down the bar spoke. In a harsh voice he said... "Do'ya see 'dis bar? I built 'dis bar with me own two hands, but do they call me McGregor da bar builder?! No dey don't!!!" Then he grabbed his glass and swallowed down the whole pint. I paid it no mind and kept to my business. A few minutes later the Irishman spoke again, this time even more vext. "Do'ya see dat bridge?! I built dat bridge with me onw two hands, but do they call me McGregor da bridge builder?! No dey don't!!!" Now thinking coming in here may not have been such a grand idea I begin to drink a bit faster. Again the Irishman speaks, "Do'ya see dat barn?! I built dat barn with me own two hands, but do they call me McGregor da barn builder?! No dey don't!!!! ...but you #%@k 2 sheep!!!!"

And that's the tale of McGregor.... the sheep #%@ker.

[willywhit]

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Mrs. Murphy gave a party

Just about a week ago.

Everything was plentiful,

The Murphys, they're not slow.

They treated us like gentlemen;

We tried to act the same,

If it weren't for what happened...

Well, it was a doggone shame.

When Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out,

She fainted on the spot;

She found a pair of overalls

At the bottom of the pot.

McGinty, he got roaring mad,

His eyes were bulging out,

He jumped onto the piano

And loudly he did shout:

"Who threw the overalls

In Mrs. Murphy's chowder?"

Nobody spoke, so he

Shouted all the louder.

"It's a rotten trick that's true,

I can lick the drip that threw

The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder."

They dragged the pants from out the soup

And laid them on the floor;

Each man swore upon his life,

He'd ne'er seen them before.

They were plastered up with mortar

And had patches on the knee,

They'd had their many ups and downs

As we could plainly see.

And when Mrs. Murphy, she came to,

She b'gan to cry and pout,

She'd put them in the wash that day

And forgot to pull them out.

McGinty, he excused himself

For what he said that night,

So we put music to the words

And sang with all our might:

"Who threw the overalls

In Mrs. Murphy's chowder?"

Nobody spoke, so we

Shouted all the louder.

"It's a rotten trick that's true,

And we'll lick the drip that threw

The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder.":D

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