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Six Pack & Potato

Q: What’s an Irish seven course dinner?

A: A six-pack and a potato.

Beer Note

One evening, Frank was drinking at a bar when the bartender came over to tell Frank that he had a telephone call. Frank had just bought another beer and he didn't want anyone else to drink it. So, Fred wrote a little sign and left it by his beer that read, "I spit in my beer." When Fred returned to his bar stool, there was another note beside his beer, "I spit in your beer, too!"

Extremely Drunk

Late one Friday night the policeman spotted a man driving very erratically through the streets of Dublin. They pulled the man over and asked him if he had been drinking that evening. "Aye, so I have. 'Tis Friday, you know, so me and the lads stopped by the pub where I had six or seven pints. Then there was something called "Happy Hour" and they served these mar-gar-itos which are quite good. I had four or five o' those. Then I had to drive me friend Mike home and O' course I had to go in for a couple of Guinness - couldn't be rude, ye know. Then I stopped on the way home to get another bottle for later." The man fumbled around in his coat until he located his bottle of whiskey, which he held up for inspection. The officer sighed, and said, "Sir, I'm afraid I'll need you to step out of the car and take a breathalyzer test. "Indignantly, the man said, "Why? Don't ye believe me?!"

A Beer And One

A guy walks into a bar with a piece of asphalt under his arm. He asks the bartender for a beer, and one for the road.

Not Just Sex

They say that men only think about sex. That's not exactly true. They also care a lot about power, world domination, money, and beer.