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Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2007 12:21:01 GMT
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Angering the Irishman
1
Three Englishmen were in a bar and spotted an Irishman. So, one of the
Englishmen walked over to the Irishman, tapped him on the shoulder,
and said, "Hey, I hear your St. Patrick was a drunken loser."
"Oh really, hmm, didn't know that."
Puzzled, the Englishman walked back to his buddies. "I told him St.
Patrick was a loser, and he didn't care." The second Englishman
remarked, "You just don't know how to set him off...watch and learn."
So, the second Englishman walked over to the Irishman, tapped him on
the shoulder and said, "Hey, I hear your St. Patrick was lying,
cheating, idiotic, low-life scum!"
"Oh really, hmm, didn't know that."
Shocked beyond belief, the Englishman went back to his buddies.
"You're right. He's unshakable!"
The third Englishman remarked, "Boys, I'll really tick him off... just
watch." So the third Englishman walked over to the Irishman, tapped
him on the shoulder and said, "I hear St. Patrick was an Englishman!"
"Yeah, that's what your buddies were trying to tell me."
3
The local District Judge had given the defendant a lecture on the
evils of drink. But in view of the fact that this was the first time
the man had been drunk and incapable, the case was dismissed on
payment of ten shillings costs.
"Now don't let me ever see your face again," said the Justice sternly
as the defendant turned to go.
"I'm afraid I can't promise that, sir," said the released man.
"And why not?"
"Because I'm the barman at your regular pub!"
4
Monahan stumbled into a saloon, half crocked. "Say," he said to the
bartender, "how tall is a penguin?"
"About two and a half feet."
"Thank God!" cried Monahan. "I thought I ran over a nun!"
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