After living in the remote countryside of Ireland all his life, an old Irishman decided it was time to visit Dublin.
In one of the stores, he picks up a mirror and looks into it.
Not ever having seen a mirror before, he remarked at the image staring back at him.
Begorra he exclaims, ‘Here’s a picture of my Fadder.’
He bought the mirror thinking it was a picture of his dad, but on the way home he remembered his wife didn’t like his father, so he hung it in the shed, and every morning before leaving to go fishing, he would go there and look at it.
His wife began to get suspicious of his many trips to the shed, so one day after her husband left she went to the shed and found the mirror.
As she looked into the glass, she fumed, ‘So that’s the ugly ■■■■■ he’s running around with.’
IRISH HUNTERS.
Paddy and Mick get a pilot to fly them to Canada to hunt moose.
They bag six.
As Paddy and Mick start loading the plane for the return trip, the pilot says, “The plane can only take four of those.”
The two lads object strongly. “Last year we shot six, and the pilot let us put them all on board; he had the same plane as yours.”
Reluctantly, the pilot gives in and all six are loaded.
However, even with full power, the little plane can’t handle the load and down it goes and crashes in the middle of nowhere.
A few moments later, climbing out of the wreckage, Paddy asks Mick,
“Any idea where we are?”
“I think we’re pretty close to where we crashed last year,” says Mick.