Dia linn is deoch is nàráibh mé riamh bocht, Slainte! :cheeky:
His wife had been killed in an accident and the police were questioning Finnegan.
"Did she say anything before she died?" asked the sergeant.
"She spoke without interruption for about forty years," said the Irishman.
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Paddy just landed himself a great new job on a building site in London.
He arrived at the site early on his first day and was met by the foreman!
"Can you make tea?" says the foreman, "Sure of course I can!" says Paddy.
"Right!" says the foreman, "Can you drive a fork lift?"
"BeJaysus!" says Paddy, "How big's the TaePot?"
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His wife had been killed in an accident and the police were questioning Finnegan.
"Did she say anything before she died?" asked the sergeant.
"She spoke without interruption for about forty years," said the Irishman.
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Paddy just landed himself a great new job on a building site in London.
He arrived at the site early on his first day and was met by the foreman!
"Can you make tea?" says the foreman, "Sure of course I can!" says Paddy.
"Right!" says the foreman, "Can you drive a fork lift?"
"BeJaysus!" says Paddy, "How big's the TaePot?"
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Sean got home in the early hours of the morning after a night at the local pub.
He made such a racket bangin' into furniture as he weaved his way through the house, that he woke up the missus.
"What on earth are ye doin' down der?"
she yelled down from the bedroom.
"Get yourself up here to bed and don't be wakenen the neighbours."
"I'm trying to get a barrel of Guinness up the stairs" he shouted.
"Lave it 'till the mornin' she shouted down!"
"I can't" he said,
"I've drank it!"
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Some Guinness was spilt on the Bar room floor then the pub was shut for the night.
When out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse and stood
in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy foam from the floor then back on
his haunches he sat.
And all night long, you could hear the mouse roar,
"Bring on the goddamn cat!"
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Happy St. Patrick's day to all!
