[With St =
Patrick’s Day on a Sunday this year, many missed an opportunity =
for low-quality ethnically-unoffensive Irish =
My family came =
to America during the Potato Famine or as we liked to call it, the first =
episode of Starch Trek.
A psychic told =
me to move to Ireland since their capital city was the fasting-growing =
in the world, Dublin every year.
I made my =
gal a corsage of four leaf clovers and poison ivy to be sure she would =
have a rash of good luck. =
I did tell her not to iron it, though – you don’t want to press your =
How does every Irish joke start? By looking over your shoulder. =
What’s long and green and has a low I.Q.? Every St. Patrick’s =
Why did St. Patrick drive all the snakes out of Ireland? He couldn’t =
afford plane fare.
Grandpa told me “If you’re lucky enough to be Irish, you’re =
Most Irish =
puns are O’ffensive so I’ll quit right =
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"