I went to the cemetery yesterday to lay some flowers on a grave. As I was standing there I noticed 4 grave diggers walking about with a coffin, 2 hours later and they’re still walking about with it. I thought to myself… they’ve lost the plot!!
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Two Irishmen, Paddy, and Mick are staggering down the main street in Dublin drunk as lords. Just as they are passing a pub on the opposite side of the road, the pub blows up into a million smithereens and a head rolls out into the middle of the road.
Paddy picks the head up by the hair and, holding it out at arm’s length, says… “Well, would you look at that Mick, is that not O’Donovan?”
Mick staggers over to examine the head closely through squinted eyes and, after a few seconds, replies… “Nah, O’Donovan was never that tall”.
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