Som en markering vil jeg presentere følgende historie:
Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary's apartment when Paddy Murphy loses EUR 500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue to play standing up.
Michael O'Conner looks around and asks, "Oh, me boys, someone got to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?" They draw straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse. "Discreet??? I'm the most discreet Irishman you'll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me."
Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door. Mrs Murphy answers and asks what he wants. Gallagher declares, "Your husband just lost EUR 500, and is afraid to come home." "Tell him to drop dead!", says Murphy's wife. "I'll go tell him." says Gallagher.
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Me feire St. Patricks day hvert år hos oss :) Sammenfalle jo med feiringen av bursdagen te KM. :) me pleie å kle oss ut i grønt og gå rundt i nabolaget med irske flagg.
fin vits forresten
St. Patricks day e fine greier! Eller kanskje mer generelt, IRLAND e fine greier! Dublin e garantert ein plass eg vil tebake te ihvertfall!
Forøvrig grattis te fru Elg med gårsdagen!
Grattis med overstått, Fru Elg!
Takk;-D
Gratulera så masse me overstått fru elg! =)
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