Laugh with the Irish
Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an
important meeting and couldn\’t find a parking place. Looking up to
heaven he said, \”Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking
place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give
up me Irish Whiskey!\”
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Paddy looked up again and said, \”Never mind, I found one.\”
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