A drunk Irishman staggers down the footpath. He comes to a crossing, starts to cross, and, suddenly there's a screech of brakes and a car barely misses him.
A horrified lady gets out of the car, runs up to him and says, "Oh my god! Are you okay? I'm do sorry!"
"I'm fine!" Says the Irishman and staggers off again.
The next day, he's again staggering down the road and walks onto the same footpath. There's a loud screech and a car almost hits him.
The same car.
Again, the lady jumps out and asks, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"
The Irishman brushes it off and continues on his wsy.
The next day he's again staggering up the street, starts to cross, and the same thing hsppens. Same lady, same car.
She jumps out and runs to him, "Are you okay? Oh my god, I'm sorry!:
"Jesus, Lady," replues the drunk, '"what the hell do you do when I'm not around!?"
A horrified lady gets out of the car, runs up to him and says, "Oh my god! Are you okay? I'm do sorry!"
"I'm fine!" Says the Irishman and staggers off again.
The next day, he's again staggering down the road and walks onto the same footpath. There's a loud screech and a car almost hits him.
The same car.
Again, the lady jumps out and asks, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"
The Irishman brushes it off and continues on his wsy.
The next day he's again staggering up the street, starts to cross, and the same thing hsppens. Same lady, same car.
She jumps out and runs to him, "Are you okay? Oh my god, I'm sorry!:
"Jesus, Lady," replues the drunk, '"what the hell do you do when I'm not around!?"
Dying to live, living to die.