One of my kids came home from Junior High (?) years ago:
“Hey Dad - how many potatoes does it take to kill an Irishman?”
“I don’t know.”
“Zero!”
Please forgive me, but it caught me off-guard and I laughed. They had obviously been learning about the Potato Famine.
LOL!
I’ve got Irish lines in my family tree, so I’m in the clear.
Three Irishmen walk out of a pub.
Hey, it could happen.