Three drunks
rondetto
Published
01/29/2009
Three gentlemen, drunk as can be, come staggering down the street, singing Danny Boy at the top of their lungs.
They come to a stop in front of Flaherty's house still singing. After a few minutes, the window flies open and Mrs. Flaherty yells out, "Why don't you drunken sots go somewhere else."
"Are ye Mrs. Flaherty?" asks one of the drunks.
"Faith now, ye know full well that I am," says she.
"Well, could ye come down an' tell us which one of us is your husband so the other two of us can go home."
They come to a stop in front of Flaherty's house still singing. After a few minutes, the window flies open and Mrs. Flaherty yells out, "Why don't you drunken sots go somewhere else."
"Are ye Mrs. Flaherty?" asks one of the drunks.
"Faith now, ye know full well that I am," says she.
"Well, could ye come down an' tell us which one of us is your husband so the other two of us can go home."
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