A nice collection!
An American lawyer asked, "Paddy, why is it that whenever you ask an Irishman a question, he answers with another question?"
"Why would you be wantin' to know?" asked Paddy.
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?"
An Irish girl said to a shopkeeper: "Could I be trying on that dress in the window?"
The Shopkeeper replied: "I'd prefer that you use the dressing room, lass."
Mrs. Feeney shouted from the kitchen, "Is that you I hear spittin' in the vase on the mantle piece?"
"No," said her husband, "but I'm gettin' closer all the time."
Q: What do you call an Irishman who knows how to control a wife?
A: A bachelor.
Finnegan: "My wife has a terrible habit of staying up 'til two o'clock in the morning. I can't seem to break her of it."
Murphy: "What on earth is she doin' at that hour?"
Finnegan: "Waitin' for me to come home."
Did you hear about the Irish newlyweds who sat up all night on their honeymoon waiting for their sexual relations to arrive?
Father Guffy roared from the pulpit to his parishioners: "Smoking
has killed millions -- it coats your lungs and you die in pain. The drink
millions-- it rots their stomachs and they die in agony.
"Excuse me, Father," hollered Shaughnessy from the back, "But what is it that kills all the people who live clean?"
Q: What is the definition of an Irish husband:
A: A man who hasn't kissed his wife for twenty years, but he will kill any man who does.
"Mr. O'Brien," asked the druggist, "Did that mudpack I gave you improve your wife's appearance?"
"It did surely," replied O'Brien, "but it keeps fallin' off!"