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Spanish singer Julio Iglesias

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|Spanish singer Julio Iglesias was on television with British TV host Anne Diamond when he used the word ‘manyana’. Diamond asked him to explain what it meant. He said that the term means “maybe the job will be done to-morrow, maybe the next day, maybe the day after that. Perhaps next week, next month, next year. Who cares?” The host turned to Irishman Shay Brennan who was also on the show and asked him if there was an equivalent term in Irish. “No. In Ireland we don’t have a word to describe that degree of urgency.”, replied Brennan.

Paddy was an inveterate drunkard

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|Paddy was an inveterate drunkard. The priest met him one day, and gave him a strong lecture about drink. He said, “If you continue drinking as you do, you’ll gradually get smaller and smaller, and eventually you’ll turn into a mouse.” This frightened the life out of Paddy. He went home that night, and said to his wife, “Bridget….if you should notice me getting smaller and smaller, will ye kill that blasted cat?”

Boyle sat in a Belfast confessional

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|Boyle sat in a Belfast confessional. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” he said. “I’ve blown up three hundred miles of English railroad!” “All right, my son,” admonished the priest. “For penance, finish off the stations!”

An Irish priest and a Rabbi

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|An Irish priest and a Rabbi get into a car accident. They both get out of their cars and stumble over to the side of the road. The Rabbi says, “Oy vey! What a wreck!” The priest asks him, “Are you all right, Rabbi?” The Rabbi responds, “Just a little shaken.” The priest pulls a flask of whiskey from his coat and says, “Here, drink some of this it will calm your nerves.” The Rabbi takes the flask and drinks it down and says, “Well, what are we going to tell the police?” “Well,” the priest says, “I don’t know what your aft’ to be tellin’ them. But I’ll be tellin’ them I wasn’t the one drinkin’.”

Humor about Irish Pubs

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|(Setting the scene, Ballymun outside of Dublin has a reputation as a rough spot) Fifteen minutes into Aer Lingus Flight EI109 from Madrid to Dublin the Plane encounters a serious problem with the Instrument landing systems. In a Fit of Panic, Paddy the Pilot turns to his co-Pilot and says. “Jazus Mick…Well have to turn back…none of the equipment is working!.” Mick says to Paddy; “No Problem…Sure I can tell where we are by sticking my hand out the Window! “OK!” says Paddy, “Where are we then?”Mick winds down the window and sticks his hand out and replies; “Well Paddy, I reckon were over the Bay of Biscay. The humidity seems to be gone out of the air. This is caused by the seawater. Just Head North”"Brilliant!” replies Paddy, and precedes north bound. Fifteen Minutes later Paddy asks: ” Where are we now Mick?”Mick winds down the window and sticks his hand out and replies; ” Were over the English Channel now. The air is much cooler here. Just head in a north easterly direction.”Thirty minutes Later Paddy asks: ” Where are we now Mick?” Mick winds down the window and sticks his hand out and replies; “Were over the Ballymun flats. Quick…Bank left here and you should be on Course for Runway One. Paddy, Responds and 5 minutes later the plane lands safely on Runway One. Paddy turns to Mick and says: “That was Brilliant…But…Tell Me . How did you know we were over the Ballymun Flats”. “Well!” said Mick…When I pulled my hand back in.. My Watch was Gone!”

A surgeon and an architect

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|A surgeon and an architect, both English, were joined by an Irish politician, and all fell to arguing as to whose profession was the oldest. Said the surgeon, “Eve was made from Adam’s rib, and that surely was a surgical operation.” “Maybe,” said the architect, “but prior to that, order was created out of chaos, and that was an architectural job.” “Shure now,” interrupted the politician, “but somebody created the chaos first.”

Father Murphy met Casey

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|Father Murphy met Casey in the street and Casey admired his new umbrella. Father Murphy said, “Thank you, but I’m not sure I got it honestly. It started to rain the other day, and I stepped into a doorway to wait until it stopped. Then I saw a young fellow coming along with a nice large umbrella, and I thought that if he was going as far as my house, I’d ask him to share it with me. I stepped out from the doorway and said, ‘Where are you going with that umbrella?’ And he dropped the darned thing and ran.”

Casey and Riley

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|Casey and Riley agreed to settle their dispute by a fight, and it was understood that whoever wanted to quit should say “Enough.” Casey got Riley down and was hammering him unmercifully when Riley called out several times, “Enough!” As Casey paid no attention, but kept on administering punishment, a bystander said, “Why don’t you let him up? Don’t you hear him say that he’s had enough?” “I do,” says Casey, “but he’s such a liar, you can’t believe him.

An American tourist

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|An American tourist was driving in County Kerry, when his motor stopped. He got out to see if he could locate the trouble. A voice behind him said, “The trouble is the carburetor.” He turned around and only saw an old horse. The horse said again, “It’s the carburetor that’s not working.” The American nearly died with fright, and dashed into the nearest pub, had a large whiskey, and told Murphy the bartender what the horse had said to him. Murphy said, “Well, don’t pay any attention to him, he knows nothing about cars anyway.”

Some years ago

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|Some years ago, Michael J. Flanagan, a successful New York contractor, was standing on the deck of the Staten Island Ferry when a car got loose and sent him into the river where he drowned. The following Sunday his widow, all decked out in deepest black, was standing on the church steps after Mass, receiving condolences and enjoying every minute of it, when an old friend of the contractor came up. “I’m sorry, Mary, for your trouble,” offered the friend. “Did Mike leave you well fixed?” “Oh, he did!” she said. “He left me almost a half million dollars.” “Well now, that’s not bad for a man who couldn’t read or write.” “Nor swim either,” added the widow.