Rebuilding Lives in Northern Ireland
Posted in A Wee Bit of Irish Humor on Jul 29th, 2010
When I was young, My slippers were red I could kick my heels Right over my head. When I grew older, My slippers were blue And still I could dance The whole night through. Now when I’m old, My slippers are black I walk to the shops And puff my way back.
Posted in A Wee Bit of Irish Humor on Jul 19th, 2010
Tim opened the morning newspaper and saw his name in the obituary column. He rushed to the phone to call his friend. “Did you see the paper?” asked Tim. “They say I died.” “Yes, I saw it,” replied his friend. “Where are you calling from?”
Posted in A Wee Bit of Irish Humor on Jun 28th, 2010
A tourist was driving very speedily through a rainstorm in Donegal in June when he was stopped by the police. The visitor explained he was going home the next day and couldn’t appear in court and asked, “Don’t you have summary fines?” The rain-soaked policeman replied, “Ah, no sir, it rains all the time and […]
Posted in A Wee Bit of Irish Humor on Jun 20th, 2010
A pub in the west of Ireland had this sign over its door: “The following charges apply to all men who wish the barmen to take phone calls from their wives: 1 Euro – “He’s just gone.” – 2 Euro – “He hasn’t been here all day.” – 3 Euro – “I haven’t seen him […]
Posted in A Wee Bit of Irish Humor on May 20th, 2010
A teacher was testing the children in her Sunday school class to see if they understood the concept of getting into heaven. She asked them, “If I sold my house and my car, had a big rummage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into heaven?” “NO!” the children […]
Posted in A Wee Bit of Irish Humor on May 7th, 2010
Three Irish sons left home and all prospered. Getting back together, they thought of gifts for their elderly mother. The first built her a large house; the second sent her a BMW with a drive; and the third thought he had beat them all. He told them, “You know how Mom loves to read the […]
Posted in A Wee Bit of Irish Humor on Apr 12th, 2010
Mrs. O’Reilly goes to the post office and asks, “May I have 50 stamps, please?” The clerk replies, “What denomination?” Mrs. O’Reilly is stunned. “Good heavens, has it come to that? Very well then, I’ll have 14 Protestants and 36 Catholics.”
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