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.”
The man says, “You don’t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in the States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we’d still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three Guinness Stouts too, and we’re drinking together.
The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition.
Every week the man came in and ordered three beers. Then one week he came in and ordered only two. He drank them and then ordered two more.
The bartender said to him, “I know what your tradition is, and I’d just like to say that I’m sorry that one of your brothers died.”
The man said, “Oh, me brothers are fine—-I just quit drinking.”

or how about this one

There was a rather loud disturbance in the wee hours of the morning,
outside the pub.

An Irishman named Pat wandered back and forth on the sidewalk into
the street, then onto the sidewalk and back into the street in front of
the pub. He was hollering and swearing as he stumbled back and forth
while holding half a pint in one hand and a key in the other.

A small crowd begins to grow when, finally, the constables arrive on
the scene. Seeing that what they were dealing with is one rather
inebriated and irate young man, one of them approached him and asked,
“Can I help you lad?”

“Yesss, schur,” the Irishman slurred. “Sshumbody stoll me car!”
“Well now lad,” the constable inquires, “where was your car last
time you saw it?”

Waving his hand in the air in the front of himself, as if to put the
key into the ignition, the Irishman says “Wey, it was at the eind of
me key.”

At the same time, the other cop has noticed that the Irishman’s
zipper is down, and it’s all there to be seen, so he quietly asks “Are
you aware that you are exposing yourself?”

The Irishman looks down, drops his shoulders woefully and moans “Oh
me God, they got me girl too!”

I can’t do my research, but they are starting in the email:

An Irishman arrived at J.F.K Airport and wandered around the terminal with tears streaming down his cheeks. An airline
employee asked him if he was already homesick.
“No,” replied the Irishman. “I’ve lost all me luggage!”
“How’d that happen?”
“The cork fell out!” said the Irishman.

An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut. The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest’s breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.
He says, “Sir, have you been drinking?”
“Just water,” says the priest. The trooper says, “Then why do I smell wine?”
The priest looks at the bottle and says, “Good Lord! He’s done it again!”

Two Irishmen were sitting at a pub having beer and watching the brothel across the street.
They saw a Baptist minister walk into the brothel, and one of them said, “Aye, ’tis a shame to see a man of the cloth goin’ bad.”
Then they saw a rabbi enter the brothel, and the other Irishman said, “Aye, ’tis a shame to see that the Jews are fallin’ victim to temptation.”
Then they saw a catholic priest enter the brothel, and one of the Irishmen said, “What a terrible pity… one of the girls must be quite ill”

Slainte!
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