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Jokes
Dennis
Penberthy, an elderly Cornish farmer, received a letter from the
Department for Work & Pensions, stating that they suspected
he was not paying his employees enough and they would send an inspector
to interview them.
On the appointed day, the inspector turned up. "Tell me about
your staff," he asked Penberthy.
"Well," said Penberthy, "there's the farm hand. I
pay him £240 a week, and he has a free cottage. Then there's
the housekeeper. She gets £190 a week, along with free board
and lodging. There's also the half-wit. He works a 16 hour day,
does 90% of the work, earns about £25 a week, along with a
bottle of gin every week, and, occasionally, gets to
sleep with my wife."
"That's who I want to talk to," said the inspector, "the
half-wit."
"That'll be me then," said Penberthy.
Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary's apartment when
Paddy Murphy loses 500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and
drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother,
the other five continue playing standing up.
Michael O'Conner looks around and asks, "Oh, me boys, someone
got's to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?"
They draw straws. Jim Keane picks the short one. They tell him to
be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse.
"Discreet??? I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet.
Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me."
Keane goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door. Mrs. Murphy
answers, and asks what he wants. Keane declares, "Your husband
just lost 500, and is afraid to come home."
"Tell him to drop dead!" says Murphy's wife.
"I'll go tell him." says Keane.
An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from
the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently
all over the road. A cop pulls him over. "So," says the
cop to the driver, "where have ya been?"
"Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the drunk.
"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite
a few to drink this evening."
"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.
"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight, and folding
his arms across his chest, "that a few intersections back,
your wife fell out of your car?"
"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk. "for a minute
there, I thought I'd gone deaf.."
Brenda
O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Fitzgerald arrives
at her door.
"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin'
to tell ya".
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But
where's my husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda. There was an
accident down at the Guinness brewery"
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me."
"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm
sorry.
Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"
"It was terrible, Brenda.. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout,
and drowned."
"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim, did he at
least go quickly?"
"Well, Brenda, no. In fact, he got out three times to pee."
Voted the Best Scottish Short Joke
A
bloke walks into a Glasgow library and says to the prim librarian,
"Excuse me Missie, dey ye hiv ony books on suicide?"
To which she stops doing her tasks, looks at him over the top of
her glasses, and says,
"Fook off, ye'll no bring it back!"
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