Tuesday, March 17, 2009

For My Four Little Irish Tadpoles

An Irishman who had a little to much to drink
is driving
home from the city one night and,
of course, his car is
weaving violently all over
the road. A cop pulls him over.

"So," says the cop to the driver, "where have

you been?"

"Why, I've been to the pub of course" slurs he.

"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've
had quite a few
to drink this evening".

"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.

"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight

and folding his arms across his chest, "that a
few intersections back,
your wife fell out of your car?"

"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drun
k. "For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."


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