Going to Ireland

[1CAVCCO15MED]

See you all in about 9 days.

[Doc.2/47]

Congrats.! Good luck. Do hope you're not planning to ride the scooter; there's a VERY serious puddle in route.

[MORTARDUDE]

Have a safe trip ! Take lots of pics !!

Larry

[MarineAO]

Have a safe trip! Take plenty of Pic's and let me know what to see cause I plan on going there next year.

[exlrrp]

just don't bring up your English ancestry

james

[Tina]

Safe Trip and see ya when you get back
love
tina

[DeadlyDaring]

Don't get lost now Paddy
Two drunks coming home, stumbled up the country road in the dark.

"Faith, Mike, we've stumbled into the graveyard and here's the stone of a man lived to the age of 103!"

"Glory be, Patrick and was it anybody we knew?"

"No, 'twas someone named 'Miles from Dublin'!"

[DeadlyDaring]

Before coming home..............

The Cork born Father O'Connor's reputation for castigating the Brits from
the pulpit was legendary. However, the congregation in his new parish of
Boston, Mass., tired of him lambasting the Brits for the horrors they
inflicted upon the Irish for generations.

Ultimately, the Archbishop opted
to send the good father to a small hamlet in the far reaches of Tennessee
where, His Grace said, "The folks know nothing of England and care less. So
Knock off the Brit bashing and you'll better serve Holy Mother Church."

Several weeks later, when Father O'Connor stood into the pulpit to deliver
his first sermon to his new congregation, the local Bishop, who knew of
O'Connor's reputation, was in attendance to check up-on him.

"My dear brethren," Father O'Connor began, "this morning I'd like to talk
about The Last Supper."

Not bad, though the Bishop. Safe enough ground.

"Now, the lesson to be learned from The Last Supper, where Christ knew He'd
been betrayed, is that the sin of betrayal is the worst sin of all. A sin
never forgiven by God or man," thundered Father O'Connor.

Fair enough, thought the Bishop.

"Christ looked around at His apostles. 'Was it you Peter, who betrayed me?'
He asked."

"Not I My Lord," answered Peter.

"Was it you John?"

"Not I My Lord."

"Christ asked each of them in turn and finally came to Judas, who was
sitting at the end of the table, his head bowed. Was it you, Judas, who
betrayed me? asked Christ, and Judas responded,

"Wot? Me? Not on yer bloody life, Mi'lud."

The Bishop fainted

[DeadlyDaring]

The French President, is sitting in his office when his telephone rings.

"Hallo, Mr. Chirac!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"

"Well, Paddy," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?"

"Right now," says Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is meself, me cousin Sean, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!"

Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Begoora!" says Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back."

Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be Paddy?" Chirac asks.

"Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor."

Chirac sighs amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 150,000 since we last spoke."

"Saints preserve us!" says Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you."

Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!"

Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!"

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" says Paddy, "I will have to ring you back."

Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr. Chirac! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war."

"Really? I am sorry to hear that," says Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well," says Paddy, "we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness, and we decided there is no fookin' way we can feed 200,000 prisoners.