The tiff

[SUBMAN1]

"My God, wot happened to you?!!?" the beertender asks Sean as he hobbles
into the bar, one arm in a cast.

"I got in a tiff with Riley," he replies.

"Riley?? He's just a wee fellow," the beertender sez. "He must have had
a weapon in his hands."

"That he did," says Sean. "A shovel, it was."

"Dear Lord. Didn't you have anything in your hand??"

"Aye, that I did," replies Sean. "Mrs. Riley's left boob. And a
beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight..."

[Raptor1]

I could swear this one was posted somewhere here in the last month

[Sailor Steve]

That would be true of most jokes posted anywhere. I hadn't seen this one before. Me like.:rotfl:

[Mush Martin]

:up::up:

[Jimbuna]

Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Seamus, were stumbling home from the pub late one night and found themselves on the road which led past the old graveyard.
"Come have a look over here," says Paddy, "It's Michael O'Grady's grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87."
"That's nothing," says Sean. "Here's one named Patrick O'Toole, it says here that he was 95 when he died."
Then Seamus yells out, "Good God, here's a fella that got to be 145!" "What was his name?" asks Paddy.
Seamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, "Miles, from Dublin."

[Sailor Steve]

:rotfl:

That's like the cartoon I saw in a magazine decades ago. Obviously drunk guy is calling a cab. He looks up at what he thinks is the street sign and says "I'm at the corner of Telephone and Telephone."

[bookworm_020]

:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::rotfl: