Irish joke (old ones are best !)

[Ireland's Call Senior Member Find all posts View Profile Close Ireland's Call]

Two Irish friends leave the pub. One says to other, 'I can't be bothered to walk all the way home .' 'I know, me too but we've no money for a cab and we've missed the last bus home.'

'We could steal a bus from the depot.' replies his mate. They arrive at the bus depot and one goes in to get a bus while the other keeps a look- out.

After shuffling around for ages, the lookout shouts, 'What the are you doing? Have you not found one yet?'

'I can't find a No. 91'

'Oh Jeysus, ye tick sod, just take the No. 14 and we'll walk from the roundabout.

[CarolF Senior Member Find all posts View Profile Close CarolF]

love it.

[Keitht Super Moderator Find all posts View Profile Close Keitht]

Reminds me of the story about Murphy and O'Reilly looking in the Job Centre and spotting a job for "Tree Fellers". Murphy says to O'Reilly "What a shame, there's just the two of us"

[susieq Senior Member Find all posts View Profile Close susieq]

LOVE 'EM BOTH!!

[Ryne08 Senior Member Find all posts View Profile Close Ryne08]

Very nice: I needed this thread after reading some very sad/troublesome threads on another web site about a new point system.

[Keitht Super Moderator Find all posts View Profile Close Keitht]

If you want old ones.......

Following the first moon landing Neil Armstrong decided to go on a touring holiday of Ireland. Deep in rural Ireland he spotted a structure vaguely resembling a rocket so stopped to investigate. He discovered that it was indeed Ireland's first space rocket, constructed by Seamus and Patrick from chicken wire and corrugated iron.
Deciding that the safest bet was to humour his hosts, Armstrong asked how they would power it? "Turf" (peat blocks) said Seamus. "There's loads around here so we'll have plenty for the job."
Still containing himself Armstrong asked where they would go in their rocket. "Well" said Patrick "You've already been to the Moon and there are rockets on their way to other planets, so we've decided we'll go to the Sun".
"The Sun" said Armstrong, no longer able to control himself. "You'd be burnt to a crisp".
"There you go" said Patrick "Just like all the rest, you think the Irish are thick. We've thought it all through - we'll go at night!"