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07/08/2025 🍸”IRISH HUMOR”🍺   Leave a comment

Todays post contains a modest collection of ethnic Irish humor. The jokes are quite lame and unfortunately the limericks are quite tame. Since I have a few Irish ancestors hiding in my family tree, I feel obligated to share some of their humor with you. And not to ignore the obvious Irish traits and traditions, I’ll be drinking a glass of excellent Irish whiskey as I type this post. And before anyone asks . . . no, I don’t have red hair.

Lets start with a few one liners.

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  • He was a terrible wreck and his trembling hands told the whole story. “Tell me,” asked his doctor, “do you drink much?” “Deed I don’t. Sure I spill most of it.”
  • “That will be five pounds or a month in jail,” the judge said sharply. “Very well, sir,” said Flaherty, “I’ll take the five pounds.”
  • Then there was the Irish shopkeeper who said his eggs were so fresh the hens hadn’t missed them.

Here a a couple of true Irish limericks.

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A lovely young maiden of Kilglass,

Who wore intimate garments of brass.

Pat, one night on the porch,

With an acetylene torch,

Just melted her resistance, at last!

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A western young lady named Flynn,

Would tell of her plans with a grin,

“I intend to be bold,

In manner untold,

For there’s need of original sin.”

And last but not least, some pithy Irish sayings for your pleasure.

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Then there was the Irishman who was asked the difference between an explosion and a collision. “In a collision,” he replied, “there you are but in an explosion where are you?

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She was only a whiskey maker’s daughter but he loved her still.

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A notice in a Galway newspaper some years ago is worthy of preservation: “Because of a lack of space a number of births have been held over until next week.”

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The police department magazine in Dayton, Ohio, once carried the following ad: For sale, second-hand tombstone, excellent buy for someone name Murphy.

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04/17/2025 ☘️BELATED ST. PADDY’S DAYπŸ€   Leave a comment

In my younger days I was a huge St. Patrick’s Day celebrator. The fun of green beer, green hair, and ultra-green hangovers slowed down considerably as I reached my 50’s. It was some of the most fun I ever had, and I sometimes still miss that kind of craziness in my life. I failed to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day this year due to distractions, but I hope to make up for that mistake today with this posting. I’m holding in my hot little hands a supply of Irish humor that I will be thrilled to share with everyone. It’s naughty but nice.

  • “Mr. Mullarkey,” said the chemist, “did that mudpack I asked you to try improve your wife’s appearance?” “It did surely, but it keeps falling off.”
  • The Irish missionary was preaching to the African tribe. “And I say to you that you must love your fellow men!” “Moolagumbi!” shrieked the natives. “White man and black man must learn to cooperate.” “Moolagumbi” chanted the crowd. The missionary was very pleased, and he told the chief how pleased he was with the reception. “I am glad, O Man of Ireland,” said the chief, “but be careful as we pass the cattle pen that you don’t step in the moolagumbi.”

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An advertisement that appeared in a Wicklow newspaper:

“Young farmer would like to hear from young woman with tractor

with a view to matrimony. Please send picture of the tractor.”

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A favorite Irish limerick:

A handsome young boyo named Pat,

With girls would enjoy this and that.

He meant to cuddle and kiss,

When he spoke about “this,”

Just guess what he meant by his “that.”

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“That will be five pounds or a month in jail,” the judge said sharply.

“Very well, sir,” said Flaherty, “I’ll take the five pounds.”

A ROUND OF GUINESS FOR EVERYONE