Paddy And His Earmuffs

There was once an Irish guy named Paddy who walked down the
street everyday with his best mate Conor. It is quite cold in
Ireland so Paddy like to wear earmuffs to keep his ears warm.

So this day Paddy and Conor were walking down the street and
Paddys earmuffs got taken by this guy walking past and he ran
off. Paddy was really cheesed off but bought another pair of
earmuffs to wear tomorrow. So the next day Paddy wore his
earmuffs and they got taken again so he bought a new pair to
wear the next day and once again they got taken. The next day
Paddy wore grenades on his ears and Conor said “Why have you got
them things on your ears for Paddy?” and Paddys reply was “Well,
when that bastard goes to take me earmuffs today Im gonna blow
his blommin hands off!”

Arthritis…

A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway seat next to a priest.
The man’s tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half
empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his
newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man turned to the priest
and asked, Say, Father, what causes arthritis?
My Son, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much
alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and
lack of bath.
Well, I’ll be damned, the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized.
I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had
arthritis?
I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.