Paddy Murphy had a little too much to drink and is driving home from the
city one night. Of course, his car is weaving violently all over the
road.
A cop pulls him over. 'So,' says the cop to Paddy, 'where have ya
been?'
'Why, I've been to the pub of course,' he slurs.
'Well,' says the cop, 'it looks like you've had quite a few to drink
this evening.'
'I did all right,' Paddy says with a smile.
'Did you know,' says the cop, standing straight, and folding his arms
across his chest, 'that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of
your car?'
'Oh, thank heavens,' Paddy sighs. 'For a minute there, I thought I'd
gone deaf.'
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Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run
over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is
cut, and bruised, and he's walking with a limp.
'What happened to you?' asks Sean, the bartender. 'Jamie O'Conner and me
had a fight,' says Paddy.
'That little O'Conner,' says Sean, 'He couldn't do that to you, he must
have had something in his hand.'
'That he did,' says Paddy, 'a shovel is what he had, and a terrible
lickin' he gave me with it.'
'Well,' says Sean, 'you should have defended yourself. Didn't you have
something in your hand?'
That I did,' said Paddy, 'Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty
it was--but useless in a fight.'
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Six retired Irishmen are 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 to play while standing up.
Michael O'Conner looks around and asks, 'Oh me boys, someone's 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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Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives
at her door.
'Brenda, may I come in?' he asks. 'I've somethin' to tell ya'.
'Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my
husband?'
'That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda. There was an accident
down at the Guinness brewery'
'Oh, God no!' cries Brenda. 'Please don't tell me.'
'I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry.
Finally, she looked up at Tim. 'How did it happen, Tim?'
'It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout, and
drowned.'
'Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim, did he at least go
quickly?'
'Well, Brenda, no. In fact, he got out three times to pee.'
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Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady after his Sunday morning service,
and she's in tears.
He says, 'So what's bothering ya, 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?'
'He said, 'Please Mary, put down that damn gun.' '
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AND THE BEST FOR LAST
Paddy Murphy staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional booth, sits
down, but says nothing.
The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention, but Paddy
just sits there.
Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.
Paddy mumbles, 'Ain't no use knockin; there's no paper on this side
either.'