Friday funnee

[Sad-Ham]

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 too, but bloody useless in a fight."

[Leprachaun]

The Leprachauns will stop protecting ya ,
It only the Irish that can joke and laugh at themselves :D

[Duck Rogers]

Some more Irish jokes:

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!"



Drunk Ole Mulvihill (From the Northern Irish Clan) staggers
into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional box, sits down
but says nothing. The Priest coughs a few times to get his
attention but the Ole just sits 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."

Duck Rogers

[Aerosan]