Egy-két ír vicc:)

Irish Driver Breathalysed

Late on one Saturday night, the Garda (= Irish police) spotted O’Callaghan driving very erratically through the streets of Dungarvan, County Waterford. The policeman pulled him over and asked O’Callaghan if he had been drinking that evening.

Booze
There was once an Irishman named Murphy who walked into an American Bar. He sat down and asked the Bartender "Give me three shots o’ your finest Irish Whiskey!" the Bartender complies.

A. Well, after another week of this routine, Murphy comes into the bar and only asks for two shots of Irish Whiskey. The bartender immediately says "Murphy, is everything ok? Did somethin’ happen to one of your brothers?" "Oh no", Murphy said, "I just decided to quit drinking!"

B. ‘Aye, so I have. ‘Tis Saturday, you know, so me and the lads stopped by the pub where I had six or seven pints,’ chattered the inebriated O’Callaghan. ‘Then there was something called "Happy Hour" and they served these mar-gar-itos which are quite good. I had four or five o’ those.’

C. The Garda officer sighed and said, ‘Sir, I’m afraid I’ll need you to step out of the car and take a breathalyser test.’ Indignantly, O’Callaghan replied, ‘Why? Don’t ye believe me?’

D. After about a week the bartender asks, "Murphy, would it be better for yeh if I put all three shots of Irish Whiskey into one glass?"

E. Murphy replied, "well no. See I have two other brothers back at home, Patrick and Owen, and everytime I come into a Pub or Bar I order a shot for each o’ them so I can remember the good times."

F. Then I had to drive me friend O’Reilly home and o’ course I had to go in for a couple of Guinness – couldn’t be rude, ye know. Then I stopped on the way home to get another bottle for later …,’ and O’Callaghan fumbled around in his coat until he located his bottle of whiskey, which he held up for inspection.