Drunk in Public
A man asks the only other guy in the bar if he can buy him a drink. “Of course,” comes the reply.
The first man then asks him, “Where are you from?”
“Ireland,” replies the second.
“I’m from Ireland, too! Let’s have another round, to Ireland.”
“Cheers!” replies the other, and they both toss back their drinks.
The first man asks, “Where in Ireland are you from?”
“Dublin,” comes the reply.
“I can’t believe it!” says the first man. “I’m from Dublin, too! Let’s have another drink, to Dublin!
Then the first man asks, “What school did you go to?”
“St. Mary’s,” replies the second. “I graduated in ’65.”
“This is unbelievable,” the first man says. “I went to St. Mary’s and graduated in ’65, too!”
About this time another man sits down at the bar. “What’s going on?” he asks the bartender.
“Not much,” he replies. “The O’Malley twins are drunk again.”
A man asks the only other guy in the bar if he can buy him a drink. “Of course,” comes the reply.
The first man then asks him, “Where are you from?”
“Ireland,” replies the second.
“I’m from Ireland, too! Let’s have another round, to Ireland.”
“Cheers!” replies the other, and they both toss back their drinks.
The first man asks, “Where in Ireland are you from?”
“Dublin,” comes the reply.
“I can’t believe it!” says the first man. “I’m from Dublin, too! Let’s have another drink, to Dublin!
Then the first man asks, “What school did you go to?”
“St. Mary’s,” replies the second. “I graduated in ’65.”
“This is unbelievable,” the first man says. “I went to St. Mary’s and graduated in ’65, too!”
About this time another man sits down at the bar. “What’s going on?” he asks the bartender.
“Not much,” he replies. “The O’Malley twins are drunk again.”
