Irish Religion Jokes at The Irish Gift House
Irish Religion Jokes
The other day I was sitting in Dr. Sullivan's office when Sister Mary came running out of the exam room, screaming and yelling. She was so upset, she didn't even pay her bill--just slammed the door and left. About a minute later the doctor came out and the nurse asked him, "Doctor, what on earth happened in there? Poor Sister Mary was hysterical!" Dr. Sullivan replied, "Well, I examined her. Then I told her she was pregnant." "Pregnant? A nun? That's impossible!" said the nurse. "To be sure it is," replied Dr. Sullivan, "But it sure cured her hiccups."
Bloody and bruised Mick comes home after a night on the town with his best friend Paddy. Kate, his wife exclaims, "Mick, whatever happened to you?!" "I got into a terrible fight with Paddy." "But why would you fight with Paddy?"
asked Kate. "Paddy is your oldest and dearest friend!" "Right," says Mick, "I was making fun of the Pope." "But Mick," says Kate, "you know very well that Paddy is a devout Catholic." "Sure," says Mick, "I know all about Paddy;
I just didn't know about the Pope."
The people at Guinness Irish Stout managed to arrange a meeting with the Pope at the Vatican . After receiving the papal blessing, the Guinness official whispers, "Your Eminence, we have an offer for you. Guinness is prepared to donate $100 million to the church if you change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily stout.'" The Pope responds, "That is impossible. The prayer is the word of the Lord. It must not be changed." "Well," says the Guinness man, "we anticipated your reluctance. For this reason we will increase our offer to $250 million." "My son, as I said, it is impossible. For the prayer is the word of the Lord, and it must not be changed." The Guinness guy says, "Your Holiness, we at Guinness respect your adherence to the faith, but we do have one final offer...We will donate $500 million - that's half a billion dollars - to the Catholic Church if you would only change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily stout.' Please consider it." And he leaves. The next day the Pope convenes the College of Cardinals. "There is some good news," he announces, "and some bad news. The good news is that the Church will come into $500 million." "And the bad news, your Holiness?" asks a Cardinal. "We're losing the Wonder Bread account!."
Mary and Kathleen are two church members who are going door to door inviting the neighbors to Easter Service. One crotchety old man told them in no uncertain terms that he did not want to hear their message and slammed the door in their faces. To his surprise the door did not close and, in fact, bounced back open. He tried again to slam the door with the same result, the door bounced back open. Convinced these rude young people were sticking their foot in the door, he reared back to give it a slam that would teach them a lesson, when Kathleen said, "Mister, before you do that again, you might want to move your cat."
Three married couples, including Sean and Mary Kate want to join a congregation so they met with the minister. The minister informs the couples that to join his church they must be successful in putting God before their own desires. The test is that they must abstain from sex for two weeks. If they pass the test they would welcomed into the church. The couples agree to the conditions and schedule to meet with the minister in two week's time. "How did it go?" The minister asked the first couple. They responded, "It was easy, we made it without too much trouble." "Welcome to the church." Says the minister. The husband of the second couple said "It was tough." And his wife added that
they had to spend a few nights in separate rooms, but in the end we made it." "Welcome to the church." Says the minister. "How about you?" the priest asks Sean and Mary Kate. "We didn't make it." Responded Mary Kate. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" asked the minister. "Well," said Sean, "it was during the second week. Mary Kate was reaching for a can of beans off the shelf. I couldn't help myself, right then and there, well you know."
"Unfortunately," said the minister, "this means you are not welcome into our church." "I know." sighs Mary Kate, "We are not welcome back to the grocery store either."
Paddy, as drunk as can be, is stumbling through the woods taking the short cut home from the pub. After a short distance he comes upon a preacher baptizing people in the river, so he proceeds into the water, subsequently bumping into the preacher. The preacher turns around and is almost overcome by the smell of alcohol, whereupon, he asks Paddy, "Are you ready to find Jesus?" Paddy shouts, "Yes, I am." So the preacher grabs him and dunks him in the water. He pulls him back and asks, "Brother, have you found Jesus?" Paddy replies, "No, I haven't found Jesus!" The preacher, shocked at the answer, dunks him again but for a little longer. He again pulls him out of the water and asks, "Brother, have you found Jesus?" Paddy answers again, "No, I haven't found Jesus!" By this time, the preacher is at his wits end and dunks Paddy again, but this time holds him down for about 30 seconds until Paddy begins trashing his arms and legs about. The exasperated preacher again asks Paddy, "For the love of God, have you found Jesus?" Paddy staggers upright, wipes his eyes, coughs up a bit of water, catches his breath, and asks the preacher, "Are you sure this is where he fell in?"
Before performing the christening of Paddy's baby, Father Reilly asked him solemnly, "Baptism is a serious step. Are ye prepared for it?" "I think I am father," Paddy replied. "Mary has made a big buffet spread and her mother baked biscuits and cakes for all of our guests." "That's not what I meant," Father Reilly responded. "I mean, are you prepared spiritually?" "To be sure I am," Paddy replied. "I've got a keg of beer and a case of whiskey."
Dirty, rotten Mick O'Sullivan lived the life of a scoundrel however after his violent death he finds himself standing outside the gates of Heaven! Saint Peter stands before Mick and says "Welcome, Mick. We have been waiting for you." Now, Mick is confused. He says to Saint Peter, "I got into Heaven? Really? No offense, but I was a dirty, rotten, son of a biscuit." Saint Peter smiles and says, "It is not my position to question the will of God. Are you ready to come in?" Mick continues and says, "There has to be some kind of mistake. I was a swindler. I swindled nearly every person I've ever met." Saint Peter nods and says, "Again, it is not my position to question the will of God." Mick continues and says, "I was a murderer! I've murdered countless people; many of them were good innocent folks." Saint Peter, getting frustrated, says, "I was told to let you in. I didn't ask why. Not my choice in the matter." Mick is stunned and continues, "I was a rapist. I raped people. Are you telling me they let swindling, murdering rapists into Heaven?" Saint Peter says to Mick, angrily, "You don't think we already know all that? Are you coming in or not?" Mick thinks and says, "I really don't think that heaven can be so great if you let people like me inside." To which Saint Peter responds, "Fine! You can go to Hell." Then he snaps his fingers and sends Mick straight to Hell. Mick finds himself among a crowd. Up on a craggy cliff, Satan appears, and bellows out to the terrified masses below, "Welcome, unrepentant sinners, to eternal damnation...wait a minute, is that Mick O'Sullivan? Who in hell let in that dirty, rotten, son of a biscuit!? You ask God for ONE favor...."
Paddy is kneeling in front of the altar in church praying to God for a million dollars. After a short while another guy kneels besides him and starts praying out loud for $100.00. Paddy is annoyed by the competing request so he shoves $100.00 into the man's hand and tells him to get lost. As the astonished guy leaves the church Paddy looks up toward the heavens and asks, "Can we now concentrate on me?"
Mary Malone visits her priest, Father Flynn and tells him, "Father Flynn, I have a problem. I inherited two female parrots from my foul mouth uncle Mick and they only know to say one thing." "What do they say?" asked Father Flynn. "They say, 'Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?'" "That's obscene!" the priest exclaimed. Then he said, "You know, I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to the parish rectory and we'll put them in the cage with Patrick and Kevin. My parrots can teach your parrots to pray and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying that ugly phrase in no time." The next day, Mary brought her female parrots to the priest's house. As he ushered her in, she saw his two male parrots inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them. After a few minutes the female parrots cried out in unison, "Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?" There was stunned silence. Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and said, "Put the beads away, Paddy, our prayers have been answered!!!"
Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, "Do you want to go to heaven?" The man said, "I do Father." The priest said, "Then stand over there against the wall." Then the priest asked a second man, "Do you want to go to heaven?" "Certainly, Father," was the man's reply. "Then stand over there against the wall," said the priest. Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and said, "Do you want to go to heaven?" O'Toole said, "No, I don't Father." The priest said, "I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?" O'Toole said, "Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go on a trip right now."
Old Mrs. O'Malley told the clerk at her local Dublin Post Office that she want to by 50 Christmas stamps. "Sure", said the clerk, "and in what denomination would you be wantin' them?" "Oh my", sighed Mrs. O'Malley, "has it come down to this? Then give me 25 Catholic and 25 Protestant."
It had been many years since Sean Foley had been to church, but one day he decided that it was time to renew his faith and he figured that he should start with a long overdue confession. As he entered the confessional box he was amazed to see a fully equipped bar with Guinness on tap and on the wall was a dazzling array of Irish whiskey and cigars. In a short time Father McGuire walks in and Sean says, "Father, forgive me, for it's been a very long time since I've been to confession, but I must first admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than it used to be." Father McGuire looks at Sean and barks "Get out. You're on my side."
One fine afternoon Father Murphy runs into his old colleague Father Sullivan. "I haven't seen you in a couple of years," Says Father Murphy. "How are you gettin on?" "Best in years," says Sullivan, "I've left the priesthood and I am now a mortician." "But why did you leave and why did you become a mortician?" asks Father Murphy.
"It was getting too depressing for me," replied Sullivan. "I'd counsel the addicted and they would remain addicted. I'd give guidance to troubled married couples and they would get divorced. I wasn't helping anyone at all, so I became a mortician. Now when I straighten them out, they stay straightened out!"
An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cussed her. "Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother thru?" The girl, crying, replied, "I was ashamed to...Sniff, sniff....Da....I became a prostitute..." "Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this Catholic family." "OK, da-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a new home plus a €1 million savings certificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex. And for ye daddy, the sparkling new mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club.....(takes a breath).....and an invitation for ye all to spend New Year's Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera and... ." "Now what was it ye said ye had become?' says dad. Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff....a prostitute daddy. sniff, sniff." "Oh! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Now come here and give yer old father a hug!"
After church one fine Sunday morning Paddy stopped to shake Father O'Reilly's hand. Paddy said, "Preacher, I'll tell you, that was a damned fine sermon. Damned good!' Father O'Reilly replied, "Thank you Paddy, but I'd rather you didn't use profanity, we are in the house of our Lord." Paddy said, "Sorry Father, but I was so damned impressed!"
"Please Paddy," said Father O'Reilly, "no more profanity!" "Right you are Father," said Paddy, "but I was so impressed that I put $10,000 in the collection plate." To which Father O'Reilly replied, "Well I'll be damned!"
Murphy decides to become a monk and join an Irish monastery. The abbot cautions Murphy that it is a difficult life full of many sacrifices and strict rules. One of the rules is the vow of silence; each monk is allowed to speak only two words every 10 years. Ten hard years pass and Murphy is called before the abbot and asked what he has to say. "Food bad." says Murphy, using his two words. "Yes, my son," replies the abbot, "it is a difficult calling which you have chosen." Another 10 years pass and again Murphy is allowed to speak. "Bed hard." says Murphy. Again the abbot reminds Murphy about his commitment to self sacrifice. After 10 more years of hard work and penance Murphy is again allowed to speak. "I quit." says Murphy. "I'm not surprised," says the abbot, "all you do is complain."
O'Toole was standing outside his Boston home when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish." O'Toole, after recovering from the shock said, "Lord, build a bridge to Ireland so I can drive over anytime I want to visit the old country." The Lord said, "Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Atlantic and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind." So O'Toole thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, "Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, why she snaps and complains when I try to help, and how I can make my wife truly happy."
And the Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
Flynn is a cop in New York City. As he is walking his beat he sees a man about to jump to his death into the East River. "Don't jump," Flynn shouts, "think of all the wonderful years ahead of you!" The man yells back, "They will be terrible, just like the past. I'm gonna jump!" "Wait," says the cop, "think of your dear sainted mother!" "She's dead, and so is my dad," replies the man. "Then think of your darling wife and children!" exclaims Flynn. "She left and took the kids with her!" screams the jumper. Trying once again, Flynn pleads, "Then think of good St. Patrick!" To which the man asks, "Who is St. Patrick?" "Ah," says Flynn, "you heathen fool, why don't you just go on and jump."
Just before the Christmas break Mrs. O’Brian asked her students how they celebrated Christmas.
She calls first on young Patrick O'Flaherty. "Tell me, Patrick, what do you do at Christmas time?”
Patrick addresses the class: "Me and my twelve brothers and sisters go to midnight Mass and we sing carols.
Then we come home very late and we hang up our pillowcases at the foot of the bed.
Then we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come with all our toys."
"Very nice, Patrick," the teacher says. "Now, Katy Murphy, what do you do at Christmas?"
"My sisters and I go to church with Mum and Dad, and we also sing carols. When we get home,
we put biscuits and milk by the chimney and hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep waiting for
Santa Claus to bring our presents." "That's also very nice, Katy," said Mrs. O’Brian.
Wanting to be inclusive Mrs. O’Brian next asked Jacob Goldberg, the lone Jewish child in her class,
“Jacob, what do you do at Christmas?” "Well, we also sing carols," Jacob responds.
Mrs. O’Brian, surprised by the answer, questions Jacob further. "Tell us what you sing."
"Well, it's the same thing every year. Dad comes home from the office and we all pile into the Rolls Royce
and drive to his toy factory. When we get inside, we look at all the empty shelves and sing,
'What a friend we have in Jesus.' Then we all go to the Bahamas."
Casey: “Being a Christian is grand.”
Flynn: “To be sure it is, but why do mention it.”
Casey: “When Jesus is born you get gifts and when he dies you get chocolate.”
The man was immaculately dressed. Kitted out more for the Ritz than the street. But in the street he lay dressed in black tail suit, patent leather shoes, top hat and bow tie, and very dead.
Are there any witnesses?” asked patrolman Muldoon.
“He threw himself off the roof.” Said a bystander.
“Does anyone here know the man?” Asked Muldoon.
“I do.” Replied Jack Quinn.
“We should get a man of the cloth to offer the last rites. What religion is he?” asked Muldoon. “Catholic, Protestant, Jewish?”
“Nothing at all,” said Quinn. 'He's an atheist."
“What a shame,” said Muldoon. “All dressed up and nowhere to go!”
Father O’Brien is hearing confessions one Saturday afternoon at All Saints Catholic Church when a drunk staggers into the confessional booth, sits down, but says nothing. The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the drunk continues to sit 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."
Old Mrs. O’Malley told the clerk at her local Dublin Post Office that she want to by 50 Christmas stamps. “Sure”, said the clerk, “and in what denomination would you be wantin’ them?” “Oh my”, sighed Mrs. O’Malley, “has it come down to this? Then give me 25 Catholic and 25 Protestant.”
Did you hear about the man who went to the races and while there he observed a Catholic Priest who went over to a horse and sprinkled it with holy water and the horse went on to win the race. Before the next race he saw the Priest go over to another horse and sprinkle it with holy water, and like the first horse it went on to win it's race. So the guy said to himself if the priest sprinkles another horse with holy water I am going to bet every penny I have on that horse. Sure enough the priest went over to another horse and sprinkled it with holy water, and the other guy went to a bookie and bet every penny he had on this horse. Then the race started and the horse that the priest sprinkled with holy water dropped dead about 100 yards after the start of the race. The guy was devastated, so he went over to the priest and said what is your game? The last two horses you sprinkled with holy water went on to win their races, and this last one you sprinkled drop dead after only 100 yards. I had put every penny I had on it's nose! What is going on? The priest replied, "You are a Protestant are'nt you?" And the guy admitted that he was, but asked, "How did you know that?" The priest said, "Because you don't know the difference between giving a blessing and administering the last rights."
Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven, God went missing for seven days. Eventually, Michael the archangel found him. He inquired of God, "Where were you?" God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds; "Look son, look what I'm after making". Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?" God replied, "It's another planet but I'm after putting LIFE on it. I've named it Earth and there's going to be a balance between everything on it. For example, there's North America and South America. North America is going to be rich and South America is going to be poor, and the narrow bit joining them - that's going to be a hot spot. Now look over here. I've put a continent of whites in the north and another one of blacks in the south. And then the archangel said, "And what's that green dot there?". And God said "ahhh that's the Emerald Isle - that's a very special place. That's going to be the most glorious spot on earth; Beautiful Mountains, lakes, rivers, streams, and an exquisite coast line. These people here are going to be great craic and they're going to be found traveling the world. They'll be playwrights and poets and singers and songwriters. And I'm going to give them this black liquid which they're going to go mad on and for which people will come from the far corners of the earth to imbibe. Michael the Archangel gasped in wonder and admiration but then seeming startled proclaimed: "Hold on a second, what about the BALANCE, you said there was going to be a balance. God replied wisely. "Just wait until you see the neighbors I'm going to give them."
Paddy suffered a serious heart attack and had open heart bypass surgery. He awakened from the surgery to find himself in the care of nuns at a Catholic Hospital. As he was recovering, a nun asked him questions regarding how he was going to pay for his treatment. She asked if he had health insurance. He replied, in a raspy voice, "No health insurance." The nun asked if he had money in the bank. He replied, "No money in the bank.." The nun asked, "Do you have a relative who could help you?" Paddy said, "I only have a spinster sister, who is a nun." The nun became agitated and announced loudly, "Nuns are not spinsters! Nuns are married to God." Paddy replied, "Right, send the bill to my brother-in-law".
One Sunday morning, Father O'Toole noticed little Timmy Malone standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. The plaque was inscribed with many names. The seven year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so Father O'Toole walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, "Good morning Timmy." "Good morning Father O'Toole," he replied, still focused on the plaque. "Father, what is this?" The Priest said, "Well, son, it’s a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service." Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Timmy’s voice, barely audible and trembling with fear, asked, "Which service, the 8:00 o’clock or the 10:30?"
Father O’Malley rose from his bed. It was a fine spring day in his parish in Co. Cork. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called Councilman Danaher’s office for assistance. The conversation went like this: "Good morning, this is councilman Danaher, how might I help you?" "And the best of the day to yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St. Brigid’s. There’s a jackass lying dead in me front lawn. Would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’yer lads to take care of the matter?" Councilman Danaher, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, "Well now Father it was always my impression that you people of the cloth took care of last rites!" There was silence on the line for a long moment. Father O’Malley then replied: "Aye, and true it is, but we are also obliged to first notify the next of kin."
Murphy was in New York for the first time. He was patiently waiting, and watching the traffic cop on a busy street crossing. The officer would stop the flow of traffic and shout, "Okay pedestrians". Then he’d allow the cars to pass. He’d done this several times, and Murphy still stood on the sidewalk. After the officer had shouted "Pedestrians" for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, "Always it’s the pedestrians, is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?"
Three friends from the local parish were asked by Father Clancy, "When you’re in your casket, and friends and congregation members are mourning over you, what would you like them to say? Mick said: "I would like them to say I was a wonderful husband, a fine spiritual leader, and a great family man." Pat commented: "I would like them to say I was a wonderful teacher and servant of God who made a huge difference in people’s lives." Sean said: "I’d like them to say, ‘Look, he’s moving!"
Father Sullivan woke up Sunday morning and realizing it was an exceptionally beautiful and sunny early spring day, and decided he just had to play golf. So... he told the Associate Pastor that he was feeling sick and persuaded him to say Mass for him that day. As soon as the Associate Pastor left the room, Father Sullivan headed out of town to a golf course about forty miles away. This way he knew he wouldn't accidentally meet anyone he knew from his parish. Setting up on the first tee, he was alone. After all, it was Sunday morning and everyone else was in church! At about this time, Saint Patrick leaned over to the Lord while looking down from the heavens and exclaimed, "You're not going to let him get away with this, are you?" The Lord sighed, and said, "No, I guess not." Just then Father Sullivan hit the ball and it shot straight towards the pin, dropping just short of it, rolled up and fell into the hole. IT WAS A 420 YARD HOLE IN ONE! St. Patrick was astonished. He looked at the Lord and asked, "Why did you let him do that?" The Lord smiled and replied, "Who's he going to tell?"
Muldoon went to Mass one Sunday morning, and Fr. Ryan almost fainted when he saw him, since Muldoon had never been seen in church in all of his adult life. After Mass, Fr. Ryan approached Muldoon and said, “Muldoon, I am so glad you decided to come to Mass. What made you decide to attend after all these years?” Muldoon said, “I have to be honest with you Father. A while back, I misplaced me hat, and I really love that hat. I knew that Sullivan had a hat just like me hat, and I knew that Sullivan came to your church every Sunday. I also knew that Sullivan had to take off his hat during Mass, and I figured he would leave it in the back of church. So, I was going to leave after your sermon, and steal Sullivan’s hat.” Fr. Ryan replied, “Well, Muldoon,, I notice that you didn’t steal Sullivan’s hat. So, what changed your mind?” Muldoon said, “Well, after I heard your sermon on the Ten Commandments, I decided that I didn’t want to steal Sullivan’s hat.” Fr. Ryan gave Muldoon a big smile and said, “So, I’m assuming that after I talked about Thou Shalt Not Steal, you decided you would rather do without your hat than to burn in hell?” Murphy shook his head negatively and said, “No, Father. After you talked about Thou Shall Not Commit Adultery, I remembered where I left me hat.”
Paddy had a major mishap on his first day of mountain climbing. He slipped from a high peak and fell twenty feet, stopping himself only by grabbing hold of a very, very small clump of bushes. There he hung, every second expecting the bushes to snap and send him hurtling hundreds of feet to his death. 'Is there anyone up there? Is there anyone who can help me? Is there anyone at all?' Suddenly the heavens boomed with the sound of a mighty voice: 'I am the Almighty. I am here to help you, Paddy. Trust me. Let go of the bush and let yourself drop and I will catch you in my arms and carry you safely to earth!' Paddy pondered for a while, and then said, 'Lord, I appreciate the offer. But is there anyone else up there?'
Brothers Pat and Mick O’Malley were the two richest men in town, and complete jerks the both of ‘em. They swindled the Church out of its property, foreclosed on the orphanage and cheated widows out of their last mite. And that was just for starters. Finally Mick up and dies, and Pat pays a visit to Father Murphy. "Father," he says, "my good name will be upheld in this town. You’ll be givin’ the eulogy for me brother, and in that eulogy you are going to say, "Mick O’Malley was truly a saint." "I’ll do no such a thing. T’would be a lie!" Exclaimed the Priest. "I know you will," says Pat. "I hold the mortgage on the parish school, and if you don’t say those words, I’ll foreclose." The priest is over a barrel. "And if I pledge to say those words, then you’ll sign the note over free and clear?" "Done," cackles Pat, and he signs over the note. Next morning at the funeral, Father Murphy begins the eulogy: "Mick O’Malley was a mean-spirited, spiteful, miserly, lying, cheating, arrogant and hateful excuse for a human being. But compared to his brother Pat, Mick O’Malley was truly a saint."
An Irish priest and a Rabbi get into a car accident. They both get out of their cars and stumble over to the side of the road. The Rabbi says, "Oy vey! What a wreck!" The priest asks him, "Are you all right, Rabbi?" The Rabbi responds, "Just a little shaken." The priest pulls a flask of Irish whiskey from his coat and says, "Here, drink some of this it will calm your nerves." The Rabbi takes the flask and drinks it down and asks, "Well, what are we going to tell the police?" "Well," the priest says, "I don't know what your aft' to be tellin' them. But I'll be tellin' them I wasn't the one drinkin'."
A healing Preacher came to town and there was a long line to see him. After some time it was our man Paddy’s turn. The Preacher asked, “Why are you visiting me today? Paddy said, “It’s about me hearing.” So, the Preacher man grabbed Paddy’s ears and said a prayer. When the Preacher finished talking to God, he let go of Paddy’s ears, and asked, "How’s your hearing now." “I don’t know…it’s not ‘till Friday.”
William, a Protestant, and Sean, a Catholic, have been best friends for a long time, but one day William came home a bloody mess. William's wife asked, "What in heaven's name happened to you?" "I was making fun of the Pope," said William, "and Sean gave me this terrible lickin'." "Why would you make fun of the Pope, you know that Sean is Catholic." "Sure," said William, "I knew that Sean is Catholic, but I didn't know about the Pope."
Paddy is rushing from coach to coach on the Dublin bound train. As he enters each coach he exclaims “I have an emergency! Is there a Catholic Priest on board this train?” In each coach the answer is no. So he tries again, with great urgency asking “Is there a Protestant Minister on board this train?” After several rejections a man speaks out, “Maybe I can be of assistance in your time of need, I am a Baptist Preacher.” “No, you wouldn’t do at all, not at all.” Replies Paddy, “We’re looking for a corkscrew!”
Did you know that Jesus Christ is Irish? Sure, He’s 30 years old, lives at home with his parents, has 12 drinking buddies, loves to tell a good story and His mother thinks He’s God.
The wise old Mother Superior from county Tipperary was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it. Then one nun took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey the convent had received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm milk. When she walked back at Mother Superior’s bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop. “Mother,” the nuns asked with earnest, “please give us some wisdom before you die.” She raised herself up in bed with a pious look on her face and said, “Don’t sell that cow.”
THREE HOLY MEN AND A BEAR
A Priest, a Pentecostal Preacher, and a Rabbi all served congregations in a remote area in Montana. They would get together every couple of weeks for coffee and talk shop. One day, one of them made the comment that preaching to people isn't really all that hard. A real challenge would be to preach to a grizzly bear. One thing led to another and they decided to do an experiment. They would all go out into the woods, find a bear, preach to it, and attempt to convert it.
Seven days later, they're all together to discuss their experience. Father Flannery, whose arm is in a sling, on crutches, and has various bandages on his body and limbs, spoke first. "Well," he says, "I went into the woods to find a grizzly and when I found him I began to read to him from the catechism. Well, that bear wanted nothing to do with me and began to slap me around. So I quickly grabbed my holy water, sprinkled him and, Holy Mary Mother of God, he became as gentle as a lamb. The Bishop is coming out next week to give him First Holy Communion and Confirmation."
Next Reverend Billy Bob, with an IV drip in his arm, and both legs in casts spoke from his wheelchair. In his best fire and brimstone oratory he claimed, "WELL, brothers, you KNOW that we don't sprinkle! I went out and I FOUND a bear. And then I began to read to my bear from God's HOLY WORD! But that bear wanted nothing to do with me. So I took HOLD of him and we began to wrestle. We wrestled down one hill, UP another and DOWN another until we came to a creek. So I quickly DUNKED him and BAPTIZED his hairy soul. And just like you said, he became as gentle as a lamb. We spent the rest of the day praising Jesus."
Father Flannery and the Reverend Billy Bob both looked down at Rabbi Jacob, who was lying in a hospital bed. He was in a full body cast and traction with IVs and monitors running in and out of him. He was in real bad shape. Rabbi Jacob looks up and says, "Looking back on it, circumcision may not have been the best way to start!"