For my mick wife and partially mick kids.
Paddywas driving down the street in a sweat because he had an importantmeeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven hesaid, 'Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will goto Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me IrishWhiskey!'
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Paddy looked up again and said, 'Never mind, I found one.'
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Walkinginto the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, 'Pour me a stiff one- just had another fight with the little woman.'
'Oh yeah?' said Charlie, 'And how did this one end?'
'When it was over,' Mike replied, 'She came to me on her hands andknees.'
'Really,' said Charles, 'Now that's a switch! What did she say?'
She said, 'Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.'
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