Today's friday fun, shamelessly stolen from Angharad (again)...
I am home alone this weekend and the weather looks amazing. Not sure what to do yet - climb, kayak, play in the boat, finish the terrace, go to the Extreme Sport festival in Voss? The list of possibilites is almost endless - you have to love western Norway in the summer!
The Joke...
Six retired Irishmen are playing poker in O'Leary's apartment when Paddy Murphy loses $500.00 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up.
Michael O'Conner looks around and asks, "Oh, me boys, someone got's to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?" They draw straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse.
"Discreet??? I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet. Discretion Is me middle name. Leave it to me."
Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door.
Mrs. Murphy answers, and asks what he wants.
Gallagher declares, "Your husband just lost $500.00 at the poker, and is afraid to come home."
"The useless bastard" Proclaims the Wife. Tell him to drop dead!".
"I'll go tell him." says Gallagher.
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