IRISH
JOKES
Some time ago there happened to be an Irishman looking for work. He was not qualified to do anything much so he couldn't be
choosy. He went to see a guy how ran a big business painting the lines on the roads of England. The man hired the Irishman and asked him to start the very next
day. The next morning the Irishman arrived on time and was very
enthusiastic. The owner of the business handed Irish a brush and pot of paint. That day the
Irishman, keen to impress, had over a mile of the road painted. The foreman was indeed delighted with his new
employee. The next day the Irishman arrived and worked all day but was only able to complete a half
mile. Nothing was said, but it didn't go unnoticed.
The next day came and unfortunately the Irishman didn't even get 100 yards completed. The boss was very annoyed about this dramatic loss of performance and called the Irishman into the site office.
The boss was not pleased and questioned why the Irishman was taking so long to do short distances when he began so well....
"Ah that's easy" Irish replied "The paint tin is getting further and further away from me while I work !"
Rotten
Lunch
Three men worked at a quarry. An Englishman, Scotsman and an Irishman. They had all worked there for over ten years. One day in the site hut, at lunch, the Englishman opened his sandwiches and said "That's it, if I get ham in my sandwiches again after ten years I will jump from the top of the Quarry and kill myself ". The Scotsman opened his sandwich box and claimed "That's it, if I get Cheese in my sandwiches again after ten years I will jump from the top of the Quarry and kill myself". The Irishman opened his and sighed, "That's it, if I get Jam in my sandwiches again after ten years I will jump from the top of the Quarry and kill myself". The next day arrived and at lunch the Englishman opened his sandwiches, said nothing but climbed to the top of the Quarry and flung himself off to his doom. His bread had Ham between the slices. The Scotsman opened his sandwiches, said nothing but climbed to the top of the Quarry and flung himself off to his doom. His bread had Cheese between the slices.
The Irishman opened his sandwiches, had no one to say anything to, but climbed to the top of the Quarry and flung himself off to his doom. His bread had Jam between the slices.
A few days later at the funeral's which all took place at the same time in the same graveyard, and next to each other, the Englishman's wife sobbed, "I'm so sorry my love. If I had known you didn't want Ham I wouldn't have given it to you. Goodnight Darling".
The Scotsman's wife sobbed, "I'm so sorry my love. If I had known you didn't want Cheese I wouldn't have given it to you. Goodnight Darling".
The Irishman's wife laughed, "You stupid idiot Paddy.......So you don't like Jam...for the last ten years you've been making your own bloody sandwiches".
Obituary
Shamus opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend Mick.
"Did you see the paper?" asked Shamus. "They say I died!!"
"Yes, I saw it!" replied Mick. "Where are you callin' from?"
Digging
Holes
Two Irish companies were competing for a contract to put up telegraph poles. The authorities decided to test them, seeing which company could put up the most poles in an hour. The first company achieved twenty but when the second company's tally came in it was only two.
"I'm afraid you lost the job", the second company was told, "the other boys managed twenty to your two."
"Ah," came the reply, "but they cheated. Did you see how much they left sticking out of the ground?"
Still
Digging
A passerby watched two Irishmen in a park. One was digging holes and the other was immediately filling them in again.
"Tell me," said the passerby, "What on earth are you doing?"
"Well," said the digger, "Usually there are three of us. I dig, Paddy plants the tree and Mick fills in the hole. Today Paddy is off ill, but that doesn't mean Mick and I get the day off, does it?"
It Evens Out
One Irishman was explaining to the other how the Lord often compensates for a person's natural deficiencies. "You see," he said, "If someone is a bit blind he might have a very good sense of hearing, or if his sense of taste has gone, he may have a keen sense of smell."
"I agree with you," said the other. "I've always noticed that if someone has one short leg, the other one is always just that little bit longer."
Rousing
Sermon
At the end of his sermon Father O'Briain turned to his listeners and said: "Now, let me ask you. Which of you thinks truly he is bound for Paradise? Would you please stand?" He was pleased to note that nearly all of his parishioners stood up. "That's good," he exclaimed. "But now, let me ask you. Which of you thinks he is bound for Hell? Would you stand?"
After a few seconds, Jock Burke slowly got to his feet, and remained standing as the priest eyed him with sadness.
Afterwards, as the worshippers filed out, Father O'Briain pulled Jock aside and asked him, "Now, Jock, what is it that makes you fear you're bound for Hell?"
To which he responded, "O, Father, I have no fear for my own outcome, but I did feel sorry for you standing up there all by yourself."
Needed
Divorce
"Well, Mrs. O'Connor, so you want a divorce?" the solicitor questioned his client. "Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?"
"Oh, no," replied Mrs. O'Connor. "Shure now, we have a carport."
The solicitor tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?"
"No, no," said Mrs. O'Connor, looking puzzled. "Oi'm always first out of bed."
Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again. "Well, does he go in for unnatural connubial practices?"
"Shure now, he plays the flute, but I don't think he knows anything about the connubial."
Now desperate, the solicitor pushed on. "What I'm trying to find out are what grounds you have."
"Bless ye, sor. We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone grounds."
"Mrs. O'Connor," the solicitor said in considerable exasperation, "you need a reason that the court can consider. What is the reason for you seeking this divorce?"
"Ah, well now," said the lady, "Shure it's because the man can't hold an intelligent conversation."
What Time Is It?
An American tourist got lost in the country in Co. Cork, and to make things worse, she had no watch. Then she saw a man in a field milking a cow, and he gave her the directions back to the village hotel. She said to him, "would you have the correct time?" He said, "I would that," and then he lifted the cow's udders high, and said, "It's three o'clock." She said, "That's amazing! How can you tell the time by lifting the cows udders?" He said, "Well, when I lift the cows udders high enough, I can see the village clock."
Unbiased
A red-headed Irish policeman walked over to the scene. Turning to the priest, he asked, "And how fast would you say he was going, Father, when he backed into you?"
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