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Thursday, February 23, 2006

Irish declare war on France


Jacques Chirac, The French Prime Minister, was sitting in his office wondering what kind of mischief he could perpetrate against the United States when he was interrupted by a telephone call;

"Hallo, Mr. Chirac
?" a heavily accented voice said.
"This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Sligo, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"

"Well, Paddy,"
Chirac replied, "this is indeed important news! How big is your army?"

"Right now,"
said Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is myself, me cousin Sean, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire dart team from the pub. That makes eight!"

Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have one hundred thousand men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Begorra!"
said Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back!"

Sure enough, the next day, Paddy called again. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be, Paddy?"
Chirac asked

"Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor."

Chirac sighed, amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armoured personnel carriers. Also, I've increased my army to one hundred and fifty-thousand since we last spoke."

"Saints preserve us!"
said Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you."

Sure enough, Paddy rang again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We've modified Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Pub have joined us as well!"

Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes Mymilitary complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to two hundred thousand!"

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!"
, said Paddy; "I'll have to ring you back."

Sure enough, Paddy called again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr. Chirac! I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war."

"I'm sorry to hear that,"
said Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well,"
said Paddy, "we've all had a long chat over a bunch of pints, and decided there's no foo-kin way we can feed two hundred thousand prisoners!"


What can I say, I want to write a deep and meaningful post but right now I am incapable of doing so - so instead you get a bad joke!


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6 comments:

JL Pagano said...

Bad joke me arse that's deadly! Thanks for passing on that friday feeling!

Curly K said...

JL - I enjoyed it too, hence the post but you know yourself, there'll be some wanker who thinks its politically incorrect to portray the Irish as gobshites!

TheCatGirlSpeaks said...

As long as there are no jokes about the Scots being mean...

Kev said...

Nice one, who gives a toss about PC anyway?

Certainly brightened my afternoon. Thank you!

Have a good weekend.

:-)

Omaniblog said...

If that was one of your bad ones, could we please have one of your good ones?

I'm a gobshite, and I take exception to all the Irish being lumped in with me. It's about time individual gobshites stood out from the crowd.

Curly K said...

Catgirl, am currently compiling a load of scots jokes!

Kev, thanks a million, its nice to be told you've brightened someone's day.

Paul, you are not a gobshite but you sure do stand out from the crowd (in the blogosphere!)