Monday, March 17, 2008

Happy St.Patrick's Day!

Paddy and Mick are walking together and Paddy says "Mick, have you shit yer sel?"

"No, a have not", replies Mick.

The two tinkers keep marching down the dirt track looking for an abode when that certain whiff once again catches the nose of Paddy; "Mick, are you sure you havn't shit yer sel?"

"A have'nt shit ma sel" retorts Mick.

They reach a barn and the two decide to bed down. Mick takes down his trousers and the tell tale signs are there for Paddy to see.

"Mick, a thought you said you hadn't shit yer sel" says Paddy, as he points to the offending pile inside his pal's legs.

"Oh, a thought you meant today, Paddy!"

1 comment:

Ma-Ma Peg said...

God Bless the Irish.

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