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, "Well, me boys, someone got's to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?" They draw straws. Paul Gallagher 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."
Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door. Mrs. Murphy answers, and asks what he wants. Gallagher 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 Gallagher.
Shameless. You and Doug both.
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Paul, worse is yet to come. Get ready.
ReplyDeleteEXCELLENT. We could all use some good giggles.
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ReplyDeleteI have a major diocesan meeting on St. Paddy's Day. This is great prep.
Jane, condolences, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI know, ain't that the truth. Though the nice secretary just wrote (she is truly the best of the Southern warm-and-friendly lot) and said she had ordered St. Paddy's Day food for the lunch part. I don't eat meat so the corned beef won't do me any good, and it wouldn't do to have beer (green or not) at lunchtime (she didn't put beer on the menu) but I'm hoping for Irish soda bread. Otherwise it'll probably be all potatoes and cabbage. LOL. You'd better give us some more of those jokes soon. Thanks in advance for this public service.
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