Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan 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 Seamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."
After taking a moment to control herself, she looked 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, no Brenda... no. Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
You know, for a guy with (allegedly) no sense of humor, that was pretty funny.
Bloody Irish jokes! ROFL! I banish myself to sensitivity training.
"God made the Irish because no one else was having any fun." -- Author Unknown
"God invented whiskey to prevent the Irish from taking over the world."
Dean,
Would the timing of this post have anything to do with activities on tomorrow's agenda?
Just curious.
I certainly hope it does!
Sure, and it's a slander upon the Irish, it is. No self-respecting Irishman would drown in a vat of brew. It's that he'd be able to drink it all with no problem.