Three Irishmen, Paddy, Seamus and Sean, were walking home from the pub late one night and found theselves on the road which led past the old graveyard. “Come have a look over here,” says Paddy, “it’s Michael O’Grady’s gravestone, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87”. “That’s nothing”, says Sean, “here’s one named Patrick O’Tool, says here he was 95 when he died”.
Just then, Seamus yells out, “Good God, here’s a fella got to be 145!”
“What was his name then?” asks Paddy.
Seamus stumbles around a bit, lights a match to better see the marker and exclaims, “Miles, from Dublin”
HAPPY ST PATTY's DAY!!!
Just then, Seamus yells out, “Good God, here’s a fella got to be 145!”
“What was his name then?” asks Paddy.
Seamus stumbles around a bit, lights a match to better see the marker and exclaims, “Miles, from Dublin”
HAPPY ST PATTY's DAY!!!
