An Irishman was flustered at not being able to find a parking space in a large shopping centre car park. He’d circled the centre three times without luck.

“Lord,” he finally prayed, “I can’t stand this. If you find a space up for me, I swear I’ll give up drinking me whiskey, and I promise to go to church every Sunday.”

Suddenly, the clouds parted and the sun shone on an empty parking spot. Without hesitation, the man said, “Never mind, I found one.”

Paddy and Mick are walking down the road. Paddy’s got a bag of doughnuts in his hand and says
to Mick, “If you can guess how many doughnuts are in my bag, you can have them both.”

Two Irishmen were working for the city public works department. One would dig a hole and the other would follow behind him and fill the hole in. They worked up one side of the street, then down the other, then moved on to the next street, working furiously all day without rest, one man digging a hole, the other filling it in again.

An onlooker was amazed at their hard work but couldn’t understand what they were doing. So he asked the hole digger, “I’m impressed by the effort you two are putting into your work, but I don’t get it. Why do you dig a hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?”

The hole digger wiped his brow and sighed, “Well, I suppose it probably looks odd because we’re normally a three-person team. But today the lad who plants the trees called in sick.”

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