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That's pretty cool....but they don't have Gators in Ireland....well maybe some Irishmen who drink too much might see them, but they're not really there!! Slainte! Terry
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An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut . The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car. He says, "Sir, have you been drinking?" "Just water," says the priest. The trooper says, "Then why do I smell wine?" The priest looks at the bottle and says, "Good Lord ! He's done it again!" An armed, hooded robber bursts into the Bank of Ireland and forces the tellers to load a sack full of cash. On his way out the door with the loot, one brave Irish customer grabs the hood and pulls it off, revealing the robber's face. The robber shoots the guy without hesitation! He then looks around the bank to see if anyone else has seen him. One of the tellers is looking straight at him and the robber shoots him too. Everyone, by now, is very scared and looking down at the floor. "Did anyone else see my face?" calls the robber. There are a few moments silence, then one elderly Irish gent, looking down, tentatively raises his hand, clears his throat, and says: "I think me wife over there may have caught a glimpse...!" Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!" Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one." A gorgeous young blonde woman and a strapping young Irishman are involved in a horrific, head on scooter collision ... but amazingly both escaped serious injury. The Irishman helped the young woman to her feet and guided her off the street to where her scooter lay crumpled and broken. As she assessed the damage, she noted that her seat had popped open and the bottle of single malt whiskey she had just bought had survived the crash. The young man helped her to a nearby log where she sat (whiskey still in hand) and he gazed into her azure blue eyes, realizing just how strikingly beautiful the young woman was. She beamed at him and then gushed breathily: "That's incredible - both our scooters are demolished but we're both fine. It must be a sign from God that we were meant to meet!" Sensing that he may have shot with her, the Irishman stammers back, "Oh yes, I totally agree!" The woman goes on, "Although my scooter was demolished, my Irish Whiskey survived! Truly, this MUST be another sign that we were meant to meet as I can tell from your accent that you are Irish. Let's drink to having found each other!" "OK!" says the young man ... going with the moment. She offers him the bottle, so he gulps down several blasts and hands it back. "Luck of the Irish" he exclaimed as he passed her the bottle. "No, thanks, says the young woman, smiling demurely ... "I think I'll just sit here and wait for the police."