Theer Ahfter Me Looky Chahrmmms!

Theer Ahfter Me Looky Chahrmmms!

Holy cow, what a brogue.

Anyway, did you hear the one about the Irish Rally driver? After he crashes his car, he and his navigator have to  walk to the nearest bus depot. But it’s late and the buses have stopped running. He tries to enlist his compatriot in a scheme to steal a bus to get home.
     “We’re stranded, Mike, unless we steal a bus.”
     “They’ll put us in the gaol for sure if we’re caught, Pat, but there’s nothing else for it.”
And with that, Pat breaks the window on the bus garage. The lights are out, and it’s dark, and they’re fumbling around. Mike finally finds a bus with the keys in it and starts it up.
     “Pat, hurry up and get in.”
     “Mike, we can’t steal that bus. That’s the number 89 bus. It doesn’t go by our flat.”
     “Don’t be daft, Pat; it goes to the roundabout near Saint Mary’s. We can walk home from there.”

One thought on “Theer Ahfter Me Looky Chahrmmms!

  1. Now that was funny. The navigator called on Christ so much, I started thinking maybe that was the name of the driver.

    So that’s Irish GPS? It would be awesome to program his voice into your Garmin:

    “Christ! Square left 250! Square left 100! Mind the barrel!”

    And if you talk back, it’ll answer with an Irish Yo’ Mama joke.

    The world needs more brogue.

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