tuky Posted November 19, 2003 Share Posted November 19, 2003 An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite cheese scones wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there,spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were dozens of his favourite cheese scones. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted, he could almost taste the cheese scone before it was in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to the nearest scone at the edge of the table, when his hand was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. . . “<deleted> off !! “ she said, “they’re for the funeral !!” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest IT Manager Posted November 20, 2003 Share Posted November 20, 2003 I was able to explain to my son...he is still laughing.. so am I.. just like my mum. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThaiPauly Posted May 27, 2004 Share Posted May 27, 2004 Brilliant Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_Pat_Pong Posted May 27, 2004 Share Posted May 27, 2004 Brilliant I didn't read it the first time around, but it is a good one. Thanks Leith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bartender100 Posted May 28, 2004 Share Posted May 28, 2004 I don't tell Irish jokes any more. Once when I was in a bar in London telling Irish jokes,everybody was laughing,then I felt a hand on my shoulder.When I turned around it was a huge Paddy holding a razor to my throat. / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / // / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / // / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / ///// Good job it was not plugged in Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
12call Posted May 28, 2004 Share Posted May 28, 2004 good one Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pink Mist Posted May 28, 2004 Share Posted May 28, 2004 Started telling an Irish joke in a Barossa Valley winery the Barmaid hearing this says "Carefull I'm Irish" to which I reply " that's OK I'll tell it slow" Last drinks for us at that winery Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
12call Posted May 28, 2004 Share Posted May 28, 2004 No sure why Irish people get upset at Paddy Jokes !!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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