[With St Patrick’s Day on a Sunday this year, many missed an opportunity for low-quality ethnically-unoffensive Irish jokes]
My family came to America during the Potato Famine or as we liked to call it, the first episode of Starch Trek.
A psychic told me to move to Ireland since their capital city was the fasting-growing in the world, Dublin every year.
I made my gal a corsage of four leaf clovers and poison ivy to be sure she would have a rash of good luck.
I did tell her not to iron it, though - you don't want to press your luck.
How does every Irish joke start? By looking over your shoulder.
What's long and green and has a low I.Q.? Every St. Patrick's Day Parade.
Why did St. Patrick drive all the snakes out of Ireland? He couldn't afford plane fare.
Grandpa told me “If you're lucky enough to be Irish, you're lucky enough!”
Most Irish puns are O’ffensive so I’ll quit right here.
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Dr Bob Griffin
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"