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segunda-feira, 2 de março de 2015

Irish - Shorts

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 shit, 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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An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the
city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the
road.
A cop pulls him over.
"So," says the cop to the driver, "Where have ya been?"
"Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the drunk.
"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink
this evening." "I did all right," the drunk 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," sighs the drunk.
"For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."

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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 truth, 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 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 damn gun...'


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A drunk 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 the drunk
continues to sit there.
Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.
The drunk mumbles, "ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side
either!"

 





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sexta-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2015

The Mating Call

The Mating Call

 Two Indians and an  Irishman were walking through the  woods.
All  of a sudden one of the Indians ran up a hill to the mouth  of a small cave.
'Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!' he  called into the cave and listened closely until he  heard an answering,
'Wooooo! Wooooo!  Woooooo!
He  then tore off his clothes and ran into the  cave.
The Irishman was puzzled and asked the  remaining Indian what it was all about.
'Was the  other Indian crazy or what?'
The Indian replied  'No, It is our custom during mating season when Indian  men see cave, they holler
'Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!'  into the opening.. If they get an answer back, it  means there's a beautiful  squaw in there waiting for  us.
Just then they came upon another  cave.
The  second Indian ran up to the cave, stopped, and  hollered, 'Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!'  
Immediately,  there was the answer.
'Wooooo!  Wooooo! Wooooo!' from deep inside.
He also tore off  his clothes and ran into the opening.
The Irishman  wandered around in the woods alone for a while, and  then spied a third large cave.
As he looked in  amazement at the size of the huge opening, he was  thinking, 'Hoo, man! Look at the size  of this cave! It  is bigger than those the Indians found.  There must be  some really big, fine women in this cave!'
He stood  in front of the opening and hollered with all his  might
'Wooooo!  Wooooo! Wooooo!'
Like the others, he then heard an  answering call, 'WOOOOOOOOO, WOOOOOOOOO  WOOOOOOOOO!'
With  a gleam in his eye and a smile on his face, he raced  into the cave,tearing off his clothes as he  ran.
The  following day, the headline of the local newspaper  read................
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NAKED IRISHMAN  RUN OVER BY  TRAIN!




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segunda-feira, 7 de abril de 2014

Irish Golfer

A golfer playing in Ireland hooked his
drive into the woods. Looking for his ball,
he found a little Leprechaun flat on his back,
a big bump on his head and the golfer's ball
beside him.



Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from
the cart and poured it over the little guy,
reviving him.

"Arrgh! What happened?" the Leprechaun asked.

"I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball," the golfer says.

"Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square.
Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?"

"Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer
answers in relief. "I don't want anything,
I'm just glad you're OK, and I apologise."

And the golfer walks off.

"What a nice guy," the Leprechaun says to himself.

"I have to do something for him. I'll give him
the three things I would want... a great golf game,
all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life."

A year goes by and the golfer is back.
On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into
the woods and the Leprechaun is there waiting for him.

"Twas me that made ye hit the ball here,"
the little guy says. "I just want to ask ye, how's yer golf game?"

"My game is fantastic!" the golfer answers.
"I'm an internationally famous golfer now."
He adds, "By the way, it's good to see you're
all right."

"Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?"

"Why, it's just wonderful!" the golfer states.
"When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 bills I didn't even know were there!"

"I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?"

The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and says shyly, "It's OK."

"C'mon, c'mon now," urged the Leprechaun, "I'm wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?"

Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then whispers,

"Once, sometimes twice a week."

"What?" responds the Leprechaun in shock..
"That's all? Only once or twice a week?"

"Well," says the golfer, "I figure that's not bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish.."


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