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For those who identify with the Irish…..• Murphy told Quinn that his wife was driving him to drink. Quinn thinks he’s very lucky because his own wife makes him walk.
• An American lawyer asked, “Paddy, why is it that whenever you ask an Irishman a question, he answers with another question?”
“Who told you that?” asked Paddy.
• Question – Why are Irish jokes so simple?
Answer – So the English can understand them.
• Reilly went to trial for armed robbery. The jury foreman came out and announced, “Not guilty.”
“That’s grand!” shouted Reilly. “Does that mean I can keep the money?”
• Irish lass customer: “Could I be trying on that dress in the window?”
Shopkeeper: “I’d prefer that you use the dressing room.”
• Finnegin: My wife has a terrible habit of staying up ’til two o’clock in the morning. I can’t break her of it.
Keenan: What on earth is she doin’ at that time?
Finnegin: Waitin’ for me to come home .
• Slaney phoned the maternity ward at the hospital. “Quick!” he said. “Send an ambulance, my wife is goin’ to have a baby!”
“Tell me, is this her first baby?” the intern asked.
“No, this is her husband, Kevin, speakin’.”
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A man and a woman get in a terrible car wreck.
Both of their vehicles were completely destroyed, but fortunately, no one was hurt.
Thankful, the woman says to the man in a flirting tone, “We’re both okay, we should celebrate.”
So the woman gets a bottle of wine out of the trunk of the smashed car, and hands it to the man with a smile.
The man almost forgetting about the accident takes a really big drink, and hands the bottle to the woman.
The woman closes the bottle and put it away.
The man asks, “Aren’t you going to take a drink?”
And the woman replies, “No, I’ll celebrate after the cops leave.”
SOURCE:::: http://www.joke a day.com
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It was cold in the upper U.S this weekend, when Joshua Nowicki noticed and captured these cool frozen sand formations.

It was fiercely cold in the U.S. state of Michigan this past weekend, when Joshua Nowicki posted this cool photo at EarthSky Facebook. He said these interesting formations were created by the wind eroding the frozen sand at Silver Beach County Park in Saint Joseph, Michigan on February 14, 2015. The largest one, he wrote, was about 12 inches (30 cm) tall.
Thank you, Joshua!
How cold was it in Michigan? Dangerously cold. Mlive.com/weather wrote that – at 7 a.m. Sunday morning, February 15, 2015 – every reporting site except Port Hope and Munising was below zero Fahrenheit.
SOURCE:::: http://www.earthskynews.org
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You will struggle to find a pair of fans who can sum up the essence of India-Pakistanrivalry more emphatically than Sudhir Kumar Chaudhary and Mohammed Bashir.
You know of Sudhir — Muzaffarpur native, Sachin Tendulkar devotee, painted face, painted body, conch shell and all that. Bashir, on the other hand, is from Chicago. His family runs a very successful restaurant, Ghareeb Nawaz, on Devon Avenue. He has suffered three heart attacks. He is also diabetic and carries a plethora of medicines with him at all times.
Both made their presence felt at the Adelaide Oval on Saturday.
Sudhir was the first to arrive. No sooner than the Indian team started its match-eve preparations the 34-year-old made his way to the enclosure right below the Sir Donald Bradman pavilion. Within seconds, he took off his shirt
and revealed his extremely lean, well-toned physique replete with tri-colours and an emotional ‘Miss-u Tendulkar 10’ message on his back. Out came the flag and that conch shell too. Basically, Sudhir was in his element.
“India khele aur hum nahin aaye; kya kabhi aisa ho sakta hai? (India playing and me not coming; has it happened ever?)” he asks with a wink. The subject of dna’s JBM cover story (A decade of worship: Sachin Tendulkar’s biggest fan…) in October 2013, Sudhir then took out a letter from his bag. “See this! Boss wrote a letter on my behalf,” he said. The ‘boss’ in question was Tendulkar. And the letter was addressed to the visa officer of the Australian embassy in New Delhi.
“Dear Sir, I am writing to confirm that Mr Sudhir Kumar Chaudhary has been an ardent supporter of the Indian Cricket Team and has become a national icon due to his enthusiasm,” Tendulkar wrote. Providing details of Sudhir’s sponsors, he requested the officer to provide his biggest fan with a visa for the entire duration of the tournament. “I got visa in just one day,” Sudhir said. Soon, he was the most wanted man at the Adelaide Oval. The Indian team took a backseat.
About an hour later, Bashir appeared out of nowhere. Sporting a free-flowing green jubba with the words “Jis desh mein Ganga behti hai, us desh ki meri biwi hai (My wife hails from the land where river Ganga flows). Bashir took short, painful steps towards the practice area. “Has Dhoni arrived?” he enquired. When one answered in the affirmative, he said, “He is the one who gives me tickets. Everytime. He has been blessed with a baby girl. God willing he will win lead India to World Cup win again. Par kal toh jeetega bhai jeetaga, Pakistan jeetega (But tomorrow Pakistan will win),” It was a lesson in voice modulation.
Soon, the enclosure was brimming with fans of both countries. Mothers, grandmothers, children, grandchildren, boys, men… there was everyone. It was sloganeering at its intense best.
Luckily, no one was hurt.
Bashir then spoke about his wife, who hails from Hyderabad. “She is everything to me. But she keeps telling me “why do you get embarrassed. Every time India will win,” he said.
Bashir and Sudhir then joined the rest of the fans outside the stadium where they celebrated with dhols and what not. “This time there will be Diwali in Pakistan,” Bashir said.
“Yeah sure, but next year. Is baar toh jeetega bhai jeetega India jeetega (this time India will win),” Sudhir retorted.
A hug sealed the issue.
SOURCE:::: Derek Abraham in www .dnaindia.com
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“Simon, if I had eight apples in my right hand and ten apples in my left hand, what would I have?”
“Huge hands, sir.”
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Bob’s a factory worker, and one day, the boss is showing a bunch of Japanese investors around the factory. One of them sees Bob, and they promptly exchange handshakes and start talking like long lost friends. Afterwards, Bob’s boss asks him what that was about. Bob just replies ‘oh, I know him from a few years back, I actually know a lot of important people.’
His boss is sceptic, but Bob replies: ‘Tell you what, name anyone you can think off, I bet you that they know me.’ ‘Fine,’ says his boss, and he’s determined to have Bob be embarrassed, so he decides to put the bar high: ‘President Obama.’ ‘Cool, no problem,’ says Bob.
A week later they’re both standing outside the White House, and Obama comes out, spots Bob and goes “Bob? What are you doing here? Come in, bring your friend, let’s have a drink together.” Bobs boss has no clue how, but somehow Bob and the president are friends. Once they leave his boss goes ‘Fine, you know the president, but I bet you don’t know the pope’.
Bob accepts the challenge, and the next week they’re standing in Saint Peters square. ‘This isn’t gonna work, he’s never going to see me here when there’s this much people. You stay here, I’ll go talk to him and you’ll see me on the balcony, the guards know me too.’ Half an hour later, Bob and the pope appear side by side on the balcony. Bobs boss gets a heart attack, and Bob goes to visit him in the hospital.
‘What happened? Did you not expect me to actually know the pope?’ ‘No, it wasn’t that, I sort of expected that to happen. But there was a tourist next to me that asked ‘Who’s the guy in his pajamas standing next to Bob there?’
SOURCE::::: http://www.joke a day.com
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