Monday, March 17, 2008
BAD IRISH HUMOR
At The Cemetary
Three Irishmen -- Paddy, Sean and Seamus -- were stumbling home from the pub late one night and found themselves on the road which led past the old graveyard.
"Come have a look over here," says Paddy. "It's Michael O'Grady's grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87."
"That's nothing," says Sean, "here's one named Patrick O'Toole, it says here he was 95 when he died."
Just then, Seamus yells out, "Good God, here's a fella thats 145!"
"What was his name?" asks Paddy.
Seamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, "Miles, from Dublin."
Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady's after his Sunday morning service, and she's in tears.
"So what's bothering you, Mary my dear?" asks Farther O'Grady.
"Oh, Father," she says, "I've got terrible news. My husband passed away last night."
"Oh, Mary, that's terrible," says Father O'Grady. "Tell me, did he have any last requests?"
"That he did, Father ... " says Mary.
"What did he ask, Mary?" inquires Father O'Grady.
"He said, 'Please, Mary, put down that damn gun!' "
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