Cute.
I saw that punchline coming, but still a good one!
IRISH VERSION.....
An Irish man walks into a pub.
“What’ll you have?” the bartender asks.
“Give me three pints of Guinness, please,” says the man.
The bartender brings him three pints, and the man proceeds to sip them alternately — the first one, the next one, and then the third one, until they’re all gone. He then orders three more.
“Sir,” says the bartender, “I know you like them cold. You don’t have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye on you, and when you get low I’ll bring you a fresh cold one.”
“You don’t understand,” the man says. “I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in the States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we’d still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three Guinness Stouts too, and we’re drinking together.”
”What a wonderful tradition,” the bartender says, smiling.
Every week after that, the man comes into the bar and orders three beers. But one week, he orders only two. He drinks them and orders two more.
“I know what your tradition is,” says the bartender sadly, “and I’d just like to say that I’m sorry that one of your brothers died.”
“Oh, me brothers are fine,” says the man. “I just quit drinking.”
OK if I steal that one from ya? Oh. OK. You stole it from someone else, so all is well.
:-) Good one.
HAHA!
LOL!.........................
I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is and I didn't notice that the light had changed.
It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd never have noticed. I found that LOTS of people love Jesus! While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and when he leaned out of his window and screamed "for the love of God, GO! GO!" What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus.
Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window and started waving and smiling at all these loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love. There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach...
I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. When I asked my teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant, he said that it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something. Well, I've never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back. My grandson burst out laughing, why even he was enjoying this religious experience.
A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed. So, I waved to all my sisters and brothers grinning, and drove on through the intersection.
I noticed I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared, so I slowed the car down, leaned out of the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.
Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!
Thanks Sod....Love/Sac
Same with Boudreaux. Only he gave up drinking for lent.
: ) Thanks.
For us Catholics it is always open season on Southern Baptists. And they treat us with no mercy either. Good friends, good fun.
So a guy is sitting at a sidewalk cafe and notices two workers doing landscaping work on the center island dividing traffic.
One worker digs a hole, the other follows and fills it up. The man at the cafe sees this happen two more times, dig a hole and fill it up, and curiosity gets the best of him.
He asks; “Hey, I don’t understand what you guys are doing, one of you dig a hole and the other immediately fills it back up. What’s going on?”
One of the worker responds with a knowing smile on his face; “That’s because Bob is out sick today, he’s the one that puts the plants in the hole.”
Had a friend tell this one:
A little boy went up to his mommy and asked “where did I come from?”
The mother had dreaded the moment but thought it was time to explain the birds and bees to him. So she sat him down and told him.
“Billy’s mom says he came from Toronto,” said the boy. “I just wanted to know where I came from.”
For us Catholics it is always open season on Southern Baptists. And they treat us with no mercy either. Good friends, good fun.