There was this young healthy Irish chap, (yep I can use that, heritage an all)
Worked on a building site.
Showed up for work Monday morning at sparrows with a bloody great shiner.
The Gaffer asked him “Patrick me son owja get the black eye”
Patrick replied sheepishly, “well boss tis like this, was in church Sundy morning, and kneeling behind Mrs Murphy. Now you know she’s a big butt women and her dress had become lodged in the crack of here butt cheeks, so when she stood up after prayers,I kindly leant forward and pulled it out, an boss, that’s how I git the shiner”
Gaffer tells him” from now on not to be pulling Mrs Murphy’s dress out o her butt cheeks, cos he cant come to work looking like he’s been scrappin all week end”.
Anyhow the following Monday young Pat shows up twork still with the remnants of last weeks shiner, and now sporting ugly addition one tother side that put the original shiner to shame.
Gaffer fronts young Pat right up. “Patrick me lad” he bellows,”I bloody warned you last week, ow come you now looking worse than ever, and an addition to your original shiner son, your sportn nother on tother side worsen the first?
Young Pats feeling a bit remorseful, looking down at his boot toes, scratching about in the dirt an explains to the Boss.
Well Boss, you know ow last week ya tol me not to be pulln Mr Murphy’s dress out o her but cheeks, well Boss, I did like ya said, and when she stood up after prayers, I noticed her dress wasn’t lodged in the cheeks, known whatcha said about ow she likes er dress, so I leant forward and with the side o me hand n…………
Mineral
