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I must give the Mud Hen office a count by May 28.

 

CONVENTION COMMITTEE MEETING
@HOLIDAY INN MAY 31ST 7:00PM

Mrs. O'Leary went to the doctor's office where she was seen by one of the new physicians. After about 4 minutes in the examination room, she burst out the door and ran screaming down the hall. An older doctor stopped her and asked what the problem was, and she told him her story. After
listening, he had her sit down and relax in another room. The older doctor marched down the hallway to the back where the first doctor was and
demanded, "What's the matter with you? Mrs. O'Leary is 72 years old, she has seven grown children and ten grandchildren, and you told her she was pregnant?" The new doctor continued to write on his clipboard and without looking up said, "Does she still have the hiccups?"

 

One morning at the bargaining table, the company's chief negotiator held aloft the morning edition of the Cork Examiner. "This man," he
announced, "Called in sick yesterday!" There on the sports page was
a photo of the supposedly ill employee, who had just won a local golf tournament with  an excellent score. The silence  in the room was
broken by a union negotiator.  “Jaysus," he said. "Think of the score he could have had if he hadn't been sick!"

 

WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING

In a literature class in Dublin some years back, students were given an
assignment to write a short story involving all the important literary
ingredients — Nobility, Emotion, Sex, Religion and Mystery.
The winner was:"My God!’ cried the Duchess. ‘I’m pregnant. Who did it?"