Two men were sitting next to each other at Murphy’s Pub in London. After awhile, one bloke looks at the other and says, “I can’t help but think, from listening to you, that you must be from Ireland.”
“I am,” said the first bloke.
“Well sweet Mary, mother of God, I’m from Ireland, too,” The first bloke said. “From what part of Ireland do you hail?”
“Why, I’m from a lively little town called Dublin,” he said.
“Limey!” the first bloke responded. “I happen to be from that magnificently beautiful city me-self! From what part of town do you come?”
“A lovely little part of town it was,” the man said. “I lived on McCleary street.”
“Well bless my sheep balls,” the first man said. “I, too, grew up on McCleary street. Where is it that you went for your schoolin’?”
“Why, I went to St Mary’s Catholic school,” the first bloke told him. “Why, those sisters sure could smack the luck outta your palms with their bloody rulers, they could!”
“Why, my mother’s amazing eyes,” the man beside him said. “I, too, went to St. Mary’s! What year did you graduate?”
“1984,” the man said.
“Holy saints and all the sinners, too!” The other man said. “I, too, graduated in 1984!”
At that time, Mary, a regular, walked up to the bar for another drink. “It’s going to be a long night, Cecil, the bartender said. “Why?” asked Mary.
“The O’Reilly twins are drunk again.”