The Irish fisherman
The rain was pouring down.
There standing in front of a big puddle outside the pub was an old Irishman,
drenched, holding a stick, with a piece of string dangling in the water.
A passer-by stopped and asked, What are you doing?. Fishing replied the old man.
Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says, Come in out of the rain and have a
drink with me.
In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman, being a bit
of a smart ass, cannot resist asking,
So how many have you caught today?
You’re the eighth, replied the old fisherman.
A sobbing Ms Murphy approaches Fr O’Grady after mass.
He says: “So what’s bothering you?”
She replies: “Oh, Father, I’ve terrible news. My husband passed away last night.”
The priest says: “Oh, Mary, that’s terrible. Did he have any last requests?”
“Certainly Father,” she replied. “He said: “Please Mary, put down that damn gun.”