I'm too tired to do a post that requires me to tax my brain so why not wheel out my all time favourite Irishman joke. I love it for the sting in its tail:
In the days before the Celtic tiger was even a cub an Irishman came to London looking for work. He went to a building site where the Foreman told him that he could have a job if he could answer this one simple question, namely:
"What is the difference between a girder and a joist"
The Irishman looked the foreman in the face and said:
"That's simple. Girder wrote Faust and Joist wrote Ulysses"
Ayethangyou!
9 comments:
Pffffft. Not heard that before.
Have one of these - http://howlingspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/nice-beaver.html - ;)
Excellent!
I have a Polish joke: What does a Polish bride get on her wedding night, that is long and hard?
A new last name.
Thanks Poons!
Glad you like it Liz!
Haha Ren, Good one!
Lol...
I just e-mailed that to my Irish hubby!
Glad you liked it!
hehehehehe...
I should have girded myself up for that one.
I never heard that Celtic tiger metaphor before. My mom always says, "Back when Hector was a pup." She also has something about Metheusela.
It's what the huge leap in Ireland's economy over the last 15 years is called EWBL. Ireland is now, per capita, one of the wealthiest nations on earth
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