What is the funniest joke you've been told that you still think about to this day?

“Well, to St. Mary’s, of course.”

Two blokes are sitting at the end of a bar. One orders a drink. The other one says, “From your voice, I’d guess you’re from Ireland.”

At that point, a woman enters, stands at the other end, and orders a drink. Brian, the bartender says, “Oh, Vicky, it’s going to be a long, tiring night.”

What would happen if Kakashi and Naruto switched places?

“Faith and begorrah. What a small world. So did I. And to what school would you school would you have been going?”

The first fellow is now beside himself. “The good Lord must be smiling on us. Imagine that the two of us should be meeting here, having grown up on the same street, gone to the same school, and graduated in the same year.”

I’m from Dublin, I am.”

Why do people still think Michael Jackson was guilty?

“So am I. And from where in Ireland might you be?” says the first.

“Now why would you be saying that, Brian?”

“Oh, let me see now. ’Twas 1964, it was.”

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“Mother Mary. And on what street in Dublin did you live?”

“As did I,” the first bloke says, getting very excited. “And what year did you graduate?”

“The Murphy twins are drunk again.”

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“A lovely little area of the old part of town, McCleary Street.”

“Yes, that I am,” says the second.