John O’Reilly hoisted his beer and said, “Here’s to spending the rest of me life between the legs of me wife !” That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night !
He went home and told his wife, Mary, “I won the prize for the Best toast of the night.” She said, “Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?” John said, “Here’s to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife.” “Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!” Mary said.
The next day, Mary ran into one of John’s drinking buddies on the street Corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, “John won the prize the other night at The pub with a toast about you, Mary.” She said, “Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he’s only been in there twice in the last four years. “Once I had to pull him by the ears to make him come, and the other time he fell asleep”.
Dry humor. Parched humor. Somebody pass me a full glass of H2o.
I-don’t-get-this-joke-at-all and I read it (3) times.
Kirk, you must not be from South Boston. I laughed at the joke, but, laughed my ass off, reading your comment. Dry Humor, glass of water, now that’s funny ! Glass of water, reminds me of a joke, don’t think, I can tell it here ?
A girl was crying bitterly.
Mom: What happened dear?
Daughter: Mom do I look like a wicked witch?
Mom: No!
Daughter: Are my eyes big as toad?
Mom: No!
Daughter: Is my nose flat?
Mom: No baby!
Daughter: Am I fat like a bulldog?
Mom: You have a fine physique, you are a Barbie doll!
Daughter: Then why people tell me “you look like your mom”?