Yes, accent humour can be a hill to climb, like:
Two Irishmen are sitting in the pub, chatting about one thing and another. One of them falls silent for a moment or two, then stands up, bangs his fist on the bar and shouts, 'I've made up me mind, so I have! At my time of life, I'm entitled! I'M GETTING MESELF A PARAMOUR!!'
'Fuxxake, Michael,' says his friend. 'Won't your missus object?'
'And why should she?' says Mike. 'She doesn't care how I cut the grass, so long as I cut it.'
Boru
Two Irishmen are sitting in the pub, chatting about one thing and another. One of them falls silent for a moment or two, then stands up, bangs his fist on the bar and shouts, 'I've made up me mind, so I have! At my time of life, I'm entitled! I'M GETTING MESELF A PARAMOUR!!'
'Fuxxake, Michael,' says his friend. 'Won't your missus object?'
'And why should she?' says Mike. 'She doesn't care how I cut the grass, so long as I cut it.'
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
