Irish Toasting Joke

[Uncle Al]

FYI - - There is no dirty language in this joke.
(But the Mind will wonder any, and every, where )

At the corner pub's toasting contest, John O'Reilly hoisted his beer and
said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!"

He won the top prize for the best toast of the night.

John went home that evening and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for
the best toast of the night, I'll have ya know."

She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?"

And John humbly replied: "Here's to spending the rest of me life,
sitting in church beside me wife."

"Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said, smiling.

The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner.
The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the
pub with a toast about you, Mary."

She said, "Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised meself. You know, he's only
been in there twice in the last four years. Once I had to pull him by the ears to
make him come, and the other time he fell asleep the minute he got there."

Well, I warned you

Uncle Al


(With friends who send me emails like this, who needs enemies )

[Sarongman]

THANKS for that

[Kirbstone]

Thanks for that, Uncle Al. Eminently repeatable in most company.

T.

[Milfmog]

With friends who send me emails like this, who needs enemies

Which reminded me of this ageing pun...

A skeptical anthropologist was cataloging South American folk remedies with the assistance of a tribal brujo, who indicated that the leaves of a particular fern were a sure cure for any case of constipation. When the anthropologist expressed his doubts, the brujo looked him in the eye and said, "Let me tell you, with fronds like these, who needs enemas?"

Sorry,


Ian.