Posted on 03/17/2008 7:21:06 AM PDT by MotleyGirl70
It was on the 14th due to Holy Week.
that’s pointless, you’d still have to get a dispensation to eat your corned beef and cabbage on a friday don’t you?
Yeah — I’m not sure why they put it on the 14th.
Don’t forget to don your Orange.
I guess I’ll stay home then.
And a most happy St. Pat’s to you, too!
Which reminds me - Do you know what’s Irish, green, and sits outside all night?
Paddy O’Furniture!
I figure you can have green beer on Friday and Monday...
I'm sure it won't stop people from wearing green! :)
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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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 go 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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Paddy was in New York .
He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop on a busy street
crossing.. The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, “Okay,
pedestrians.” Then he’d allow the traffic to pass.
He’d done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk.
After the cop had shouted, “Pedestrians!” for the tenth time, Paddy went
over to him and said, “Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the
obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend,
Finney.
“Did you see the paper?” asked Gallagher. “They say I died!!”
“Yes, I saw it!” replied Finney, “Where are ye callin’ from?”
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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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Walking into the bar, Mike 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,” Mike 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.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking
buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their
upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by
grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his
rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing
especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in
the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He
managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid
as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his
way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt
and Mary staring at him from across the room.
She said, “You were drunk again last night weren’t you?”
Flynn said, “Why you say such a mean thing?”
“Well,” Mary said, “it could be the open front door, it could be the broken
glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing
through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....it’s all
those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
Funny stuff.
A Priest, a Rabbi and a Leprechaun walk into a bar. The Leprechaun looks around and says, "Woah bejaysus! I'm in the wrong joke!"
I had green eggs and ham this morning!
Not intentionally, they’ve just been sitting in the fridge for a while....
Hey all you freeper types!
MAY YOU BE IN HEAVEN HALF AN HOUR BEFORE THE DEVIL KNOWS YOU’RE DEAD!
HAPPY ST. PADDY’S DAY!
And a Happy St. Patrick's Day to you too, MG.
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