Both are driving too fast for the conditions and collide on a sharp bend in the road.To the amazement of both, they are unscathed, though their cars are both destroyed.In celebration of their luck, both agree to put aside their dislike for the other from that moment on.At this point, the Irish man goes to the boot and fetches a 12 year old bottle of Jameson whiskey. "Murphy was doing some brickwork on the fireplace in Mr. He was much impressed by the moosehead over the fireplace. Cabot, bigger even than the great Irish Deer, Oi'm thinkin'." "Yes," said Mr. I tracked him for over two days and when I finally shot him it took six men to load him in the jeep." Shaking his reddish curls in admiration, Murphy said, "Truly, 'tis a great hunter you are, Sir, and a great animal that is.
He'll be home in about half an hour, but he'll be leaving on a business trip to Chicago this evening at seven. " The stewardess replied, "About thirty-two thousand feet, Father." The Father's jaw dropped in amazement. As they were blessing the soil with the golden elixer, Tim said, "Sure, an' I wish I was hung like you are, Mick. See if you don't start to feel better." Relief plainly showing on his broad features, Mick said "It's a relafe, it is, what you're tellin me.
The doctor told Big Mick he didn't think that such drastic measures were called for, but Mick persisted.
Finally the doctor agreed to perform the operation.
Out comes the Genie and asks "Master you have released me from the lamp and I grant you three wishes, what would you like" Irishman scratches his head, then answers "A bottle of Guinness that never gets empty. "A cop pulls up two Irish drunks, and says to the first, "What's your name and address?
"Granted master" retorted the Genie and produced the bottle. " "I'm Paddy O'Day, of no fixed address." The cop turns to the second drunk, and asks the same question.
I was in London just last week, and you charge me half again what they charge there." "That may be true, Sir," said the Irishman, "but think of the airfare."Newly arrived in Boston from the old country, Paddy O'Shea called his brother back home. On most every street, they got glass outhouses, and it's telephones they put in 'em! He kept pumping away, determined to prove that he remained the man he always was.