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Irish for a day

An aging man lived alone in Ireland. His only son was in Long Kesh Prison, and he didn’t know anyone who would spade his potato garden. The old man wrote to his son about it, and received this reply: “For HEAVENS SAKE, don’t dig up that garden. That’s where I buried the GUNS!!!!!” At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen policemen showed up and dug up the entire garden, but didn’t find any guns. Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what  happened and asking him what to do next. His son’s reply was: “Now, you can plant your potatoes.” 
Here’s another:
A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he can buy him a drink.”Why, of course,” comes the reply. The first man then asks: “Where are you from?” 
“I’m from Ireland,” replies the second man. 
The first man responds: “You don’t say, I’m from Ireland, too! Let’s have another round to Ireland.” 
“Of course,” replies the second man. 
Curious, the first man then 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.”
“Of course,” replies the second man. 
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks:
“What school did you go to?”
“Saint Mary’s,” replies the second man.
“I graduated in ’62.” 
“This is unbelievable!” the first man says.
“I went to Saint Mary’s and I graduated in ’62, too!”
About that time, in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar.
“What’s been going on?” he asks the bartender. 
“Nothing much,” replies the bartender. “The O’Malley twins are drunk again.”

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