• The Name Game

    The Name Game
    Chinese walks into a bar in America late one night and he saw Steven Spielberg.

    As he was a great fan of his movies, he rushes over to him, and asks for his autograph.

    Instead, Spielberg gives him a slap and says, "You Chinese people bombed our Pearl Harbor, get out of here."

    The astonished Chinese man replied, "It was not the Chinese who bombed your Pearl Harbor, it was the Japanese".

    "Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, you're all the same, " replied Spielberg.

    In return, the Chinese gives Spielberg a slap and says, "You sank the Titanic, my forefathers were on that ship."

    Shocked, Spielberg replies, "It was the iceberg that sank the ship, not me." The Chinese replies, "Iceberg, Spielberg, Carlsberg, you're all the same."
  • B-R-O-W-N

    B-R-O-W-N
    A Texan went up to the airline check-in counter and boomed, "Howdy, ma'am. My name's Brown, spelled B-R-O-W-N. Ah'm from Dallas, Texas. Ah'm 6-foot 3-inches tall. Ah'm white from th' top of mah head to th' tip of mah toes, and I hate the Irish."

    Well, she didn't know what else to do, so she took his ticket and showed him onto the plane.

    He sat down in his seat, and turned to the fellow next to him, "Howdy, suh. My name's Brown, spelled B-R-O-W-N. Ah'm from Dallas, Texas. Ah'm 6-foot 3-inches tall. Ah'm white from th' top of mah head to th' tip of mah toes, and I hate the Irish."

    The little fellow turned to him, "Well now, how d'ye do. My name is Patrick Michael O'Donnell. I'm from Dublin, Ireland. I'm 5-foot 6- inches tall, and I'm white from the top o' me head to the tip o' me toes, except for my rectum, which is brown. Spelled B-R-O-W-N."
  • Flying Penguin!

    Flying Penguin!
    An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman went on a mountain-climbing expedition together. Everything was going fine until one day, while they were walking along a narrow ledge, an avalanche ripped away the ledge on each side of them.

    As they stood there wondering what to do, with the freezing night closing in, there was a strange shimmering in the air and a good fairy appeared, floating in front of them. She raised her wand and declared that, as they had all been good and the expedition was sponsored for charity and so forth, she was to rescue them from their terrible plight. Each of them could wish to be transformed into any bird of their choice in order to get safely off the mountain, and would return to their normal form once they reached home. She turned first to the Englishman and asked what he wanted to be.

    "A swan," he replied, and a beautiful white swan replaced him. Stepping off the ledge, it spread its wings and flew off for England.

    The fairy turned to the Scotsman, who immediately and proudly chose a golden eagle, which he became. With a magnificent swoop, he launched from the ledge and soared away, glorying in the freedom of flight as he returned home.

    The Irishman watched the two birds disappearing into the distance from the ledge as the fairy turned to him. "And what bird do you choose?" she asked.

    He thought, and mused, then said, "A penguin."
  • Intelligent Man

    Intelligent Man
    Paddy was the most intelligent man in Ireland. He was the president of the Irish branch of Mensa and he had won a million pounds on Who wants to be a Millionaire, and was Professor of astrophysics at the Paddy Institute of Technology.

    One day, he was in the pub and his mates were telling him that he should appear on Mastermind, the quiz where the most intelligent men on the planet, show their superior brainpower. So he filled in the forms and sure enough was called up, and over to London he went to appear on the show.

    The moment came when he was called up to the chair, to be questioned.

    "Paddy, what is your specialist subject?"

    "Irish History."

    "Paddy your minute starts now. Who was the leader of the Irish Revolution?"

    "Pass."

    "In what year was the revolution?"

    "Pass."

    "How many men died during the Easter Revolution?"

    "Pass."

    "What was the name of the British informer who helped the rebels?"

    "Pass."

    All of a sudden his friend stood up in the audience and roared, "Good man Paddy, tell the fu**ing English nothing."
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