Master Tells Jokes
The Ripe Old Age of 150
Three Irish men, tipsy from the pub, came out and were stumbling home late one night when they found themselves in the graveyard somewhere on the road home. One of the guys said, “Hey, John! Come over here! It’s Michael Grady’s old grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87.” And John said, “That’s nothing! Come here; there’s a Sean here. It says here that he was 95 when he died!” And then the third one said, “Oh, forget him! Here’s a fellow who got to be 150!” So everyone went over there. “What’s his name?” As they stumbled over to look, they had to find a light to see what else was written on the stone marker. It said: “150 miles to Dublin”!
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