On this day, we all could use some Irish humor and thank ye one and all who sent me so many cute stories. The little people are definitely smiling big time and as for that flippin pot of gold, we ain't telling where it is, so forget it!!!
An Irish priest was transferred to Texas. Father O'Malley rose fromhis bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Texas mission parish.
He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station. The conversation went like this:
''Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?''
''And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann's Catholic Church. There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o'yer lads to take care of the matter?''
Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, ''Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!''
There was dead silence on the line for a long moment....................
Father O'Malley then replied:''Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.''
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