An Irish man walks into a pub. The bartender asks him, “what’ll you have?”
The man says, “Give me three pints of Guinness please.”
So the bartender brings him three pints and the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they’re gone. He then orders three more.
The bartender says, “Sir, I know you like them cold. You don’t have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye on it and when you get low I’ll bring you a fresh cold one.”
An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road.
A cop pulls him over. “So,” says the cop to the driver, “where have ya been?” “Why, I’ve been to the pub of course,” slurs the drunk.
“Well,” says the cop, “it looks like you’ve had quite a few to drink this evening.” “I did all right,” the drunk says with a smile.
“Did you know,” says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, “that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?”
“Oh, thank heavens,” sighs the drunk.
“For a minute there, I thought I’d gone deaf.”
Harry, Bill and Steve are sitting at the corner bar enjoying themselves, when Ted walks in looking distressed.
“Ted, you look awful. What’s wrong?” Harry asks.
Ted says, “Last night I got really drunk, and then somewhere between here and my house, I was abducted by an alien?”
Everyone is shocked. “I heard about this kind of thing happening!” Bills says. “What did the alien do to you?”
“I don’t remeber all the details,” Ted says. “All I remember is being anally probed by the alien.”
Everyone is horrified. “I heard that they’ll do that!” Steve says. “What did the alien look like?”
Ted responds, “Carl.”
