RE: joke time
March 20, 2021 at 6:15 pm
(This post was last modified: March 20, 2021 at 6:16 pm by BrianSoddingBoru4.)
Two Irishmen get jobs (it could happen - shut up) installing telegraph poles. The foreman sends them each out with 20 poles and tells them to be finished and back at the yard by closing time.
6:00 PM rolls around and Pat drives his lorry onto the lot. ‘Where’s Murphy?’ asks the foreman. ‘Dunno,’ says Pat. I’ve not seen him all day.’
So the foreman waits. And waits. And waits, getting angrier and angrier. At midnight, just as he’s about to call the police, Murphy drives into the yard.
‘Where in the name of everlasting fuck have YOU been?!’ he screams at Murphy.
‘Bless ye sir, been doin’ me job - plantin’ them poles, as ye said.’
‘Your mate was back six hours ago!’
‘Oh, aye. I drove past them poles of his on me way back. The lazy sod left three-quarters of them stickin’ up outta the ground.’
Boru
6:00 PM rolls around and Pat drives his lorry onto the lot. ‘Where’s Murphy?’ asks the foreman. ‘Dunno,’ says Pat. I’ve not seen him all day.’
So the foreman waits. And waits. And waits, getting angrier and angrier. At midnight, just as he’s about to call the police, Murphy drives into the yard.
‘Where in the name of everlasting fuck have YOU been?!’ he screams at Murphy.
‘Bless ye sir, been doin’ me job - plantin’ them poles, as ye said.’
‘Your mate was back six hours ago!’
‘Oh, aye. I drove past them poles of his on me way back. The lazy sod left three-quarters of them stickin’ up outta the ground.’
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson