Paddy Murphy at his favorite pub when in walks Rev.Sullivan.
They nod, exchange hellos, and Paddy invites him to sit.
The Rev. knowing what true a Green and White Tim, Paddy is, takes a seat somewhat apprehensively.
“Reverend, I got to tell you, I been thinking.”
“And what’s that Paddy me, boy?”
“I been thinking that if I knew I only had a week to live, I’d convert. I’d become a Proddysent.”
The Rev. is taken back, and somewhat please to see Paddy come to his senses.
“Well that’s wonderful, Paddy, bless you. But can you tell me why?”
Paddy finishes his drink, looks him in the eye,”I figure if I had only a week to live it’s better one of you should die than one of us.”
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An Irishman had been drinking at a pub all night.
The bartender finally said that the bar was closing.
So, the Irishman stood up to leave fell flat on his face.
He tried to stand one more time; same result.
He figured he’ll crawl outside and get some fresh air
And maybe that will sober him up.
Once outside, he stood up and fell on his face again.
So he decided to crawl the four blocks home.
Again, he fell flat on his face.
He crawled through the door and into his bedroom.
When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up.
This time he managed to pull himself upright,
But he quickly fell right into the bed and is sound asleep
As soon as his head hit the pillow.
He was awakened the next morning
To his wife standing over him, shouting,
“SO YOU’VE BEEN DRINKING AGAIN!”
Putting on an innocent look,
and intent on bluffing it out he said,
“What makes you say that?”
“The pub just called;
you left your wheelchair there again.”