Day 4

Last Fall I had the extreme good fortune to take a trip to Ireland.  I was blessed not only by the good company, but by the unusually warm and dry weather - by Ireland's standards.  The most wonderful part of the trip was experiencing first hand the Irish people.  We met courtesy, sarcasm, and wit at every pub and attraction.  It could be summarized by the use of the term, "Brilliant."  By simple inflection, tone, and context, this word can be used as a wonderful compliment or as the most sarcastic and good-natured jab that can be shared.  I will admit that while my travel companion received mostly the complimentary use of the word, I, on the other hand, experienced in great quantities, that latter.  So when you hear the Irish use the adjective, pay close attention to make sure you have not just experienced a taste of Blarney.......

Slainte!!

Curran said to Father O'Leary, a priest with the typical Irish wit, "I wish you were St. Peter." 
"Why?" asked O'Leary. 
"Because," said Curran, "you would have the keys of heaven, and could let me in." 
"It would be better for you," said O'Leary, "that I had the keys of the other place, for then I could let you out."

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"My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic."
Spike Milligan

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Father Murphy phoned the police station and said to the policeman in charge, 

"I would like to report a dead donkey in front of the rectory."

The policeman said, sarcastically, "I thought you priests took care of the dead?"

Father Murphy said, "We do, but first we get in touch with their relatives."

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"My way of joking is to tell the truth. it's the funniest joke in the world."
George Bernard Shaw.

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A reporter was interviewing Mrs. Reilly on the occasion of her 104^th birthday, "And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" 

She simply replied, "No peer pressure."

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When old Hennessey collapsed on the street, a crowd soon gathered and began making suggestions as to how the old fellow should be revived.

Maggie O'Reilly yelled, "Give the poor man some whiskey!"

No one paid any attention to her, and the crowd continued shouting out suggestions.  Finally, Hennessey opened one eye, pulled himself up on an elbow, and said weakly, 

"Will the lot o' ye hold yer tongues and let Maggie O'Reilly speak!"