Speaking of Easter, this Priest, a Rabbi, a Pollack and a Frenchman walk into a Pub. They sit down at the bar to order their beer. The Bartender walks up to them and says, What is this, some kind of joke"?
He he hoo, get it? ahem...
Anyway...same bar...an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walk in an sidle up to the bar. They order their favorite Nut-Brown and commence to embibe. Coincidentally, and for the sake of the story, three flies commence to simultaneously land in each of the patrons' drinks. The haughty Englishman, of course, is disgusted, sets his drink down and leaves the Pub. The Scot, non-plussed, picks the fly out of his Newcastle, and continues to drink. The Irishman, on the other hand, picks the fly out of his drink, indignantly grabs him by the wings, and shouts, "SPIT IT OUT, YOU DIRTY BASTARD, SPIT IT OUT".
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Jees that reminds me, this guy comes home from work all exited and says to his wife, "Honey, pack your bags, I just won the LOTTERY".
"Oh boy", she says, "That's fabulous. Should I pack for the Beach or for the Ski Mountains"?
"I don't give a damn", he says, "just pack your friggin' bags"!
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