St. Patricks day wouldn't be the same without some Irish jokes . . .
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 that he was 95 when he died." Just then,
Seamus yells out, "Good God, here's a fella that got to be 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."