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Podders a Police Thingy

A Page of Non PC Irish Fun from Phil Oates


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This is where you come to cheer yourself up or just have a giggle. Not everything in here is suitable for youngsters so please ensure that the littlies are kept off this page for their own good and to uphold my principles. Also some of the PC Brigade may find the odd racially slanted joke that may offend them, please remember that I have no racial hang-ups whatsoever although I'm not too fond of shirt lifters whatever their colour.  Thank you and enjoy.


Dead Funny

The graveside service just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance.
The little old man looked at the preacher and calmly said, 'Well......she's there.'


Marriage Guidance

While shopping for vacation clothes, my husband and I passed a display of bathing suits.
It had been at least ten years and twenty pounds since I had even considered buying a bathing suit, so I sought my husband's advice.
'What do you think?' I asked.. 'Should I get a bikini or an all-in-one?'
'Better get a bikini,' he replied 'You'd never get it all in one.'
He's still in intensive care.


Hairy Armpits

A large woman, wearing a sleeveless sundress, walked into a bar in Dublin .
She raised her right arm, revealing a huge, hairy armpit as she pointed to all the people sitting at the bar and asked, "What man here will buy a woman drink?"
The bar went silent as the patrons tried to ignore her. But down at
the end of the bar, a blurry-eyed drunk slammed his hand down on the counter and bellowed, "Give the ballerina a drink!"
The bartender poured the drink, and the woman chugged it down.
Soon she turned to the patrons and again pointed around at all of them, revealing the same hairy armpit, and asked, "What man here will buy a lady a drink?"
Once again, the same happy drunk slapped his money down on the bar and said, "Give the ballerina another drink!"
The bartender approached the little drunk and said, "Tell me, Paddy, it's your business if you want to buy the lady a drink, but why do you keep calling her the ballerina?"
The drunk replied, "Any woman who can lift her leg that high has got to be a ballerina!"


A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to
the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would like
to buy some cyanide."
The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"
The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."
The pharmacist's eyes got big and he explained, "Lord have mercy! I
can't give you cyanide to kill your husband, that's against the law?
I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her  husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "You didn't tell me you had a prescription."

Lord, they're finally together

Judy got married and had 13 children. Her first husband, Ted, died of cancer.
She married again, and she and Bob had 7 more children. Bob was killed in a car accident, 12 years later.
Judy again remarried, and this time, she and John had 5 more children.
Judy finally died, after having 25 children.
Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed for her. He thanked the Lord for this very loving woman and said, "Lord, they are finally together."
Ethel leaned over and quietly asked her best friend, Margaret,
"Do you think he means her first, second, or third husband?"
Margaret replied, "I think he means her legs, Ethel . . . her legs"

Golf Joke

It was a sunny Friday morning on the first hole of a busy course and I
was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualising my upcoming shot when, a piercing voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker.
'Would the gentleman on the women's tee back up to the men's tee please!'
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement, ‘Would that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'S tee’
'I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when once
more, the man yelled, 'Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!'
Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window directly at the person with the mike.
I cupped my hands and shouted back, 'Would the Twat in the clubhouse kindly shut the f**k up and let me play my second shot?'




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