Irish Joke

 

Father O'Malley got out of bed, thanking God for the fine Spring day.

Flinging the window wide, he took a breath from deep in his belly. 

Not til he exhaled did he see the donkey lying dead in the middle of his lawn. 

Straightaway, he put a call through to the Garda.

The conversation went like this:

"Good morning. Sergeant Duffy here. How may I help?"

"Well, this is Father O'Malley at St. Ann's Catholic Church. There's a donkey lying dead in me yard and I wonder if ye'd be so kind as to send a couple o'yer lads to undertake the corpse?"

Thinking himself a wit, Duffy thought he'd have a bit o' fun with the curate.

"Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of last rites!

After a stretch of noisy silence, and not to be outdone, the priest replied:

"Aye, 'tis true! But we are also obliged to notify next of kin."

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Many non-Irish wonder why the Irish are always fighting among themselves.

How else would we find a worthy opponent?