With Saint Patty's day around the corner -- you might need to converse with more than a hot stuffed potato and a six-pack....


Man was outside a Wales bar, where there was a rain puddle -- and he was sitting next to it, cross-legged, with a fishing pole in his hand.
Man going into the bar asks the wayward soul if he would care to join him inside for some liquid gold. "Sure", he replies.
"What are you havin'?"
"A shot of Jameson and a pint of ale" he says.
"Make that two", says the buyer, who then asks his new friend, "So, how's
the fishing out there?"
"Not bad," he says, "You're the third one today!!!!!!!!!"




Next:
Patty O'Reilly goes into the church, crying her eyes out...
Father Flanagan sees hers, and comforts her.
"There, there," he says, "Everything will be okay in time. Trust me.
Did your husband have any final requests?"
"Yes, he did Father," sobs Patty. "Patty," he said, "Put down the damn
GUN."


Finally:
Drunken Irishman stumbles into the church -- sits down in the confessional booth -- but says nothing.....
The Priest clears his throat a few times -- but the Drunken Irishman
still sits there silently.
Finally, the Priest knocks loudly on the confessional partition.
"Calm down" says the Drunken Irishman, " There's no paper in here either."


Happy Saint Patrick's Day, all.... may your bagels be green!!!!!