I just got back from an NBA game, the Warriors vs. the Timberwolves. Even though both these teams are long shots for making the playoffs, it was a fun time. The coliseum is a nice facility and it was cool to hang out. The Warriors won the game, I guess I wanted them to emerge victorious…
Today at the gym was back and leg weights day – a good workout. No cardio, but I plan on hitting shoulders and cardio tomorrow.
Time to go to sleep, I got class first thing in the morning, but first, it’s Saint Patrick’s Day, so here are a couple Irish jokes 🙂
IRISH CANDLES
Mrs. Donovan was walking down O’Connell Street in Dublin when she met with Father Flaherty.
The Father said, “Top o’ the mornin’ to ye! Aren’t ye Mrs. Donovan and didn’t I marry ye and yer husband two years ago?”
She replied, “Aye, that ye did, Father.”
The Father asked, “And be there any wee little ones yet?”
She replied, “No, not yet, Father.”
The Father said, “Well now, I’m going to Rome next week, and I’ll light a candle for ye and yer husband.”
She replied, “Oh, thank ye, Father.” They then parted ways.
Some years later they met again. The Father asked, “Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are ye these days?”
She replied, “Oh, very well, Father!”
The Father asked, “And tell me, have ye any wee ones yet?”
She replied, “Oh yes, Father! Three sets of twins and 4 singles, 10 in all!”
The Father said, “That’s wonderful! How is yer loving husband doing?”
She replied, “‘E’s gone to Rome to blow out yer fookin’ candle.”
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CONFESSION
Two young Irish men had been out sleeping with their girl friends. One felt guilty and decided he should stop at the church and confess. He went into the confession booth and told the priest, “Father, I have sinned. I have sex with a young lady. Please forgive me.”
The priest said, “Tell me my son, who the young lady was.” The young man said he couldn’t do that and the priest said he couldn’t grant him forgiveness unless he did.
“Was it Mary Kelly?” asked the priest.
“No.”
“Was it Rosie Ryan?”
“No.”
“Was it that red-headed hussey Brigid O’Reilly?”
“No.”
“Well then,” said the priest, “You’ll not be forgiven.”
When the young man met his friend outside the friend asked, “So, did you find forgiveness.” “No,” said the other, “but I picked up three good prospects!”
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