Best seen with Notes about this site Irish Jokes A man stumbles up to the only other patron in the bar and asks if he could buy him a drink. "Why of course," comes the reply. They have a drink. The first man then asks, "Where are you from?" I'm from Ireland," replies the second man. The first man responds, "You don't say. I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland." "Of course," replies the second man, and they both pour back their drinks. Curious, the first man then asks, "Where in Ireland are you from?" "Dublin," comes the reply. "I can't believe it", says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin!" The men both continue drinking. Curiosity strikes again and the first man asks, "What school did you go to?" "St. Mary's," replied the second man. "I graduated in '62." "This is unbelievable," the first man says. "I went to St. Mary's and I graduated in '62, too! Let's have one for St. Mary's." About that time, in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar near the bartender. "What's been going on, Charlie?" he asks the bartender. "Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Reilley twins are drunk again." An Irishman moves into a tiny village in County Kerry, walks into the pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone. An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three more. This happens yet again. The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the "Man Who Orders Three Beers." Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers?" "Tis odd, isn't it?" the man replies, "You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank, as a way of keeping up the family bond." The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and soon the "Man Who Orders Three Beers" became a local celebrity and source of pride to the village, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink. Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening: he orders only two beers. The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers. The next day, the bartender says to the man, "Folks around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know-the two beers and all...." The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, "You'll be happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, meself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent." Walking into the pub, Patrick said to the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one, Sean. I just had another tiff with the little woman." "Oh yeah," said Sean. "And how did this one end?" "Well, I'll tell ya now when it was over," Patrick replied, "herself came to me on her hands and knees, she did." "You don't say? Now that`s a switch! What did she say?" She said, "Come out from under that bed, you gutless weasel! Q. What is Irish diplomacy? A. It's the ability to tell a man to go to hell, so that he will look forward to making the trip A drunken Irishman staggers in to a Catholic church and sits down in a confession box and says nothing. The bewildered priest coughs to attract his attention, but still the Irishman says nothing. The priest then knocks on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak. Finally, the drunk replies: "No use knockin', me boy, there's no paper in this one either." McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?" "Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives. There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
Notes about this site Irish Jokes A man stumbles up to the only other patron in the bar and asks if he could buy him a drink. "Why of course," comes the reply. They have a drink. The first man then asks, "Where are you from?" I'm from Ireland," replies the second man. The first man responds, "You don't say. I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland." "Of course," replies the second man, and they both pour back their drinks. Curious, the first man then asks, "Where in Ireland are you from?" "Dublin," comes the reply. "I can't believe it", says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin!" The men both continue drinking. Curiosity strikes again and the first man asks, "What school did you go to?" "St. Mary's," replied the second man. "I graduated in '62." "This is unbelievable," the first man says. "I went to St. Mary's and I graduated in '62, too! Let's have one for St. Mary's." About that time, in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar near the bartender. "What's been going on, Charlie?" he asks the bartender. "Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Reilley twins are drunk again." An Irishman moves into a tiny village in County Kerry, walks into the pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone. An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three more. This happens yet again. The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the "Man Who Orders Three Beers." Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers?" "Tis odd, isn't it?" the man replies, "You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank, as a way of keeping up the family bond." The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and soon the "Man Who Orders Three Beers" became a local celebrity and source of pride to the village, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink. Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening: he orders only two beers. The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers. The next day, the bartender says to the man, "Folks around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know-the two beers and all...." The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, "You'll be happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, meself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent." Walking into the pub, Patrick said to the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one, Sean. I just had another tiff with the little woman." "Oh yeah," said Sean. "And how did this one end?" "Well, I'll tell ya now when it was over," Patrick replied, "herself came to me on her hands and knees, she did." "You don't say? Now that`s a switch! What did she say?" She said, "Come out from under that bed, you gutless weasel! Q. What is Irish diplomacy? A. It's the ability to tell a man to go to hell, so that he will look forward to making the trip A drunken Irishman staggers in to a Catholic church and sits down in a confession box and says nothing. The bewildered priest coughs to attract his attention, but still the Irishman says nothing. The priest then knocks on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak. Finally, the drunk replies: "No use knockin', me boy, there's no paper in this one either." McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?" "Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives. There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
A man stumbles up to the only other patron in the bar and asks if he could buy him a drink. "Why of course," comes the reply. They have a drink. The first man then asks, "Where are you from?" I'm from Ireland," replies the second man. The first man responds, "You don't say. I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland." "Of course," replies the second man, and they both pour back their drinks. Curious, the first man then asks, "Where in Ireland are you from?" "Dublin," comes the reply. "I can't believe it", says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin!" The men both continue drinking. Curiosity strikes again and the first man asks, "What school did you go to?" "St. Mary's," replied the second man. "I graduated in '62." "This is unbelievable," the first man says. "I went to St. Mary's and I graduated in '62, too! Let's have one for St. Mary's." About that time, in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar near the bartender. "What's been going on, Charlie?" he asks the bartender. "Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Reilley twins are drunk again." An Irishman moves into a tiny village in County Kerry, walks into the pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone. An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three more. This happens yet again. The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the "Man Who Orders Three Beers." Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers?" "Tis odd, isn't it?" the man replies, "You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank, as a way of keeping up the family bond." The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and soon the "Man Who Orders Three Beers" became a local celebrity and source of pride to the village, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink. Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening: he orders only two beers. The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers. The next day, the bartender says to the man, "Folks around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know-the two beers and all...." The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, "You'll be happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, meself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent." Walking into the pub, Patrick said to the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one, Sean. I just had another tiff with the little woman." "Oh yeah," said Sean. "And how did this one end?" "Well, I'll tell ya now when it was over," Patrick replied, "herself came to me on her hands and knees, she did." "You don't say? Now that`s a switch! What did she say?" She said, "Come out from under that bed, you gutless weasel! Q. What is Irish diplomacy? A. It's the ability to tell a man to go to hell, so that he will look forward to making the trip A drunken Irishman staggers in to a Catholic church and sits down in a confession box and says nothing. The bewildered priest coughs to attract his attention, but still the Irishman says nothing. The priest then knocks on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak. Finally, the drunk replies: "No use knockin', me boy, there's no paper in this one either." McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?" "Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives. There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
An Irishman moves into a tiny village in County Kerry, walks into the pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone. An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three more. This happens yet again. The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the "Man Who Orders Three Beers." Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers?" "Tis odd, isn't it?" the man replies, "You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank, as a way of keeping up the family bond." The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and soon the "Man Who Orders Three Beers" became a local celebrity and source of pride to the village, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink. Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening: he orders only two beers. The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers. The next day, the bartender says to the man, "Folks around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know-the two beers and all...." The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, "You'll be happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, meself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent." Walking into the pub, Patrick said to the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one, Sean. I just had another tiff with the little woman." "Oh yeah," said Sean. "And how did this one end?" "Well, I'll tell ya now when it was over," Patrick replied, "herself came to me on her hands and knees, she did." "You don't say? Now that`s a switch! What did she say?" She said, "Come out from under that bed, you gutless weasel! Q. What is Irish diplomacy? A. It's the ability to tell a man to go to hell, so that he will look forward to making the trip A drunken Irishman staggers in to a Catholic church and sits down in a confession box and says nothing. The bewildered priest coughs to attract his attention, but still the Irishman says nothing. The priest then knocks on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak. Finally, the drunk replies: "No use knockin', me boy, there's no paper in this one either." McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?" "Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives. There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
Walking into the pub, Patrick said to the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one, Sean. I just had another tiff with the little woman." "Oh yeah," said Sean. "And how did this one end?" "Well, I'll tell ya now when it was over," Patrick replied, "herself came to me on her hands and knees, she did." "You don't say? Now that`s a switch! What did she say?" She said, "Come out from under that bed, you gutless weasel! Q. What is Irish diplomacy? A. It's the ability to tell a man to go to hell, so that he will look forward to making the trip A drunken Irishman staggers in to a Catholic church and sits down in a confession box and says nothing. The bewildered priest coughs to attract his attention, but still the Irishman says nothing. The priest then knocks on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak. Finally, the drunk replies: "No use knockin', me boy, there's no paper in this one either." McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?" "Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives. There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
Q. What is Irish diplomacy? A. It's the ability to tell a man to go to hell, so that he will look forward to making the trip A drunken Irishman staggers in to a Catholic church and sits down in a confession box and says nothing. The bewildered priest coughs to attract his attention, but still the Irishman says nothing. The priest then knocks on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak. Finally, the drunk replies: "No use knockin', me boy, there's no paper in this one either." McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?" "Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives. There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
A drunken Irishman staggers in to a Catholic church and sits down in a confession box and says nothing. The bewildered priest coughs to attract his attention, but still the Irishman says nothing. The priest then knocks on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak. Finally, the drunk replies: "No use knockin', me boy, there's no paper in this one either." McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?" "Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives. There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?" "Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives. There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
There were two Irishmen working for the city. One would dig a hole, he would dig, dig, dig, The other would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously. One digging a hole, the other filling it up again. A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today." Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
Man, my sister married an Irishman " Oh really" " No, O'Reilly" Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
Paddy and Mick are walking along the street and Paddy falls down a manhole... Mick: "Paddy are you alright?" Paddy: "My leg is stuck on something but I can't tell what it is because it's too dark. Throw me down a match." Mick: "Ok, here you go." *Mick throws down the match* Mick: "So, are you ok?" Paddy: "The damn match doesn't work." Mick: "That's weird it worked a minute ago." An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
An old man living alone in South Armagh, whose only son was in Long Kesh Prison, didn't have anyone to dig his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about his predicament. The son sent the reply, "Don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the guns!!!!!" At 3 AM the next morning, a dozen British soldiers turned up and dug the garden for 3 hours, but didn't find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what he should do now? The son sent the reply: "Plant the potatoes!" A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
A Police Officer stops Pat for speeding and asks very nicely if he could see his license. Pat replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" Saint Patrick Soldier's Song Irish Blessings Irish Jokes Danny Boy Irish Lullaby Galway Bay Galway Bay - Parody You Know You Are Irish Clancy Lowered the Boom Rose of Tralee H-A-R-R-I-G-A-N Little Bit of Heaven Wearing of the Green Kerry Dancer Come Back Paddy Reilly More Irish Jokes Coming Soon When Irish Eyes are Smiling I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Coming Soon
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