3 IRISHMEN
Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Seamus, were stumbling home late one night and found themselves on the road which led past the old graveyard.
“Come have a look over here”, says Paddy, “It’s Michael O’Grady’s grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87.”
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“That’s nothing”, says Sean, “here’s one named Patrick O’Toole. It says here that he was 95 when he died.”
Just then, Seamus yells out, “But here’s a fella that died when he was 145 years old!”
“What was his name?” asks Paddy.
Seamus lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, “Miles, from Dublin.”
Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Seamus, were stumbling home late one night and found themselves on the road which led past the old graveyard.
“Come have a look over here”, says Paddy, “It’s Michael O’Grady’s grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87.”
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“That’s nothing”, says Sean, “here’s one named Patrick O’Toole. It says here that he was 95 when he died.”
Just then, Seamus yells out, “But here’s a fella that died when he was 145 years old!”
“What was his name?” asks Paddy.
Seamus lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, “Miles, from Dublin.”