An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving
> home from the city one night and, of course, his car is
> weaving violently all over the road.
>
> A cop pulls him over. "So," says the cop to the driver,
> where have ya been?"
>
> "Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the drunk.
>
> "Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few
> to drink
> this evening."
>
> "I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.
>
> "Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding
> his arms
> across his chest, "that a few intersections back, your wife
> fell out of
> your car?"
>
> "Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk. "For a minute there,
> I thought I'd gone deaf,"
>
>
> ===========================================
>
> AND THE BEST FOR LAST.
>
> A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a
> confessional booth,
> sits down but says nothing.
>
> The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the
> drunk just
> sits there. Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the
> wall.
>
> The drunk mumbles, "ain't no use knockin, there's no paper
> on this side
> either . . ..."
>
