The Englishman’s, Irishman’s and Scotsman’s wives go shopping one day to a big department store. While they are there a fire breaks out. Everyone in the store is killed, including the three women. Their husbands are summoned to the local police station where a policewoman breaks the news to them: “I’m afraid sirs, that we believe your wives were killed in the fire at the department store.

However the fire was so intense we cannot identify the bodies. Only their handbags survived the blaze. Can you identify your wives’ handbags from these three found in the store?” The three men all look at the handbags and each one is able to identify one of the handbags as belonging to his wife. With all handbags accounted for the policewoman leaves the men to deal with their grief in peace.

The three men sit in silence for a while, then the Englishman opens his wife’s handbag and rummages through the contents, finally pulling out a half-empty packet of cigarettes and says “All these years married and I never knew the old girl smoked.”

The Scotsman looks into his wife’s handbag and pulls out a half-empty bottle of scotch. “Jings, I knew her all that time an ah didnae ken ma missus drank.”

The Irishman empties his wife’s handbag onto the floor, looks through the contents and picks up a half empty packet of condoms. “‘Saints preserve us! All dese years an oi never knew me wife was a man.”

It is the Olympic men’s figure skating. Out comes the Russian competitor, he skates around to some classical music in a slightly dull costume, performs some excellent leaps but without any great artistic feel for the music.

The Judges’ scores read: Britain 5.8: Russia 5.9: United States 5.5: Ireland 6.0

Next comes the American competitor in a sparkling stars and stripes costume, skating to some rock and roll music. He gets the crowd clapping, but is not technically as good as the Russian. He slightly misses landing a triple Salchow and loses the center during a spin. But, artistically, it is a more satisfying performance.

The Judges’ scores read: Britain 5.8: Russia 5.5: United States 5.9: Ireland 6.0

Finally out comes the Irish competitor wearing a tatty old donkey jacket, with his skates tied over his wellies. He reaches the ice, trips straight away and bangs his nose which starts bleeding. He tries to get up, staggers a few paces then slips again. He spends his entire ‘routine’ getting up then falling over again. Finally he crawls off the ice a tattered and bleeding mess.

The Judges’ scores read: Britain 0.0: Russia 0.0: United States 0.0: Ireland 6.0

The other 3 judges turn to the Irish judge and demand in unison, “How the hell can you give that mess 6.0?!”
To which the Irish judge replies “You’ve gotta remember, it’s damn slippery out there”.

Paddy is planning to marry, he is, and asks his family doctor how he could tell if his bride-to-be is still a virgin.

His doctor says, “Aye, Paddy, all Irish use three things for what we call a Do-It-Yourself…. Virginity Test Kit…. a small can of red paint, a small can of blue paint and a shovel.”

Paddy asks, “Aye, and what do I do with these things, doctor?”

The doctor replies, “Before ye climb into bed on your wedding night, you paint one of your balls red and the other ball blue.

If she says, “That’s the strangest pair of balls I ever did see…”, you hit her with the shovel.

A young Irish lad had fallen in love with a girl and felt the relationship had gone far enough to take her home to meet his family.

So, one fine Sunday evening the lad, his lady friend and the rest of the family (17 or so people) were gathered around the dining room table.

The matriarch of the family asked the girlfriend, “So, tell me, lass, what is your occupation?”

The girl hesitated and said, “Well, Mrs. O’Malley, I’m a prostitute.”

Immediately the lad’s mother fainted and was surrounded by a dozen family members who splashed her face with water. Finally, she regained consciousness, returned to her seat. Soon, the family calmed down and resumed the meal.

At that point, the mother asked again, “Forgive me, dearie. I don’t think I heard you correctly…. what is your occupation?”

Again the girl answered, “Mrs. O’Malley, I’m a prostitute.”

The mother laughed and said, “Oh my, dearie, for a moment there I thought you said you were a Protestant!”