(An "Irish Dock Wake" returns no relevant results on any search engine. Strange. ...It's what the Irish called it when families would gather to see their compelled young men and "indentured" girls off at the pier on ships bound for Australia, the Far East or the Americas in the 17th, 18th, 19th and early 20th centuries.) Some called it an Irish Wharf Funeral because they all knew they would never see each other again. Some Irish made it. Most of the Irish died in slavery (or fighting against it). Only some of the Irish could write home. A lot of them didn't even know how to write.
...anyway, being from an Irish family and knowing all this family lore, when the old bastard grabbed me by the hands, after 6 or 7 cans of Budweiser or Schaffer or Schlitz and broke into an Irish brogue, I knew a story or a joke was coming.
here's the joke:
Mrs. Dunn ran up to Paddy after his dock funeral. She gave him 3 shillings and begged him to find her son Neal. "Tee only letter I gut from 'im 'e said 'e gut a job in the White House. In Washington!" She covered her face with her hands and wept. "Why, dear Jesus, why? Why doesn't me dear Nealy write to me?"
Paddy took the money and promised he would find Nealy.When the ship pulled into Baltimore harbor, Paddy immediatly went to the nearest bar. He drank beer after beer using Mrs. Dunn's money just glad to be off that ship. Finally, Paddy knew he had to fullfil his obligation so he asked the bartender, "Wher's da whoot hous?" The bartender pointed at the rear door and said, "Right there, buddy." Paddy stumbled through the back door and saw a small building with a crescent moon. He tried to get in, but a voice came through the door saying, "Whoa, whoa, buddy...hold your horses." Paddy pounded on the door with outrage and demanded an answer! "ARE YOU NEALY DUNN?"
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."
Paddy gets even madder and yells, "Why don't you write your poor mother in Ireland?"
:end of joke
After 6 PBRs, I was floored by this. lmfao. I wish you all could have an uncle like that.
Brevity is the soul of wit. But sometimes, you have to spend time with family.
(An *"Irish Dock Wake"* returns no relevant results on any search engine. Strange. ...It's what the Irish called it when families would gather to see their compelled young men and "indentured" girls off at the pier on ships bound for Australia, the Far East or the Americas in the 17th, 18th, 19th and early 20th centuries.) Some called it an Irish Wharf Funeral because they all knew they would never see each other again. Some Irish made it. Most of the Irish died in slavery (or fighting against it). Only some of the Irish could write home. A lot of them didn't even know how to write.
...anyway, being from an Irish family and knowing all this family lore, when the old bastard grabbed me by the hands, after 6 or 7 cans of Budweiser or Schaffer or Schlitz and broke into an Irish brogue, I knew a story or a joke was coming.
here's the joke:
Mrs. Dunn ran up to Paddy after his dock funeral. She gave him 3 shillings and begged him to find her son Neal. "Tee only letter I gut from 'im 'e said 'e gut a job in the White House. In Washington!" She covered her face with her hands and wept. "Why, dear Jesus, why? Why doesn't me dear Nealy write to me?"
Paddy took the money and promised he would find Nealy.When the ship pulled into Baltimore harbor, Paddy immediatly went to the nearest bar. He drank beer after beer using Mrs. Dunn's money just glad to be off that ship. Finally, Paddy knew he had to fullfil his obligation so he asked the bartender, "Wher's da whoot hous?" The bartender pointed at the rear door and said, "Right there, buddy." Paddy stumbled through the back door and saw a small building with a crescent moon. He tried to get in, but a voice came through the door saying, "Whoa, whoa, buddy...hold your horses." Paddy pounded on the door with outrage and demanded an answer! "ARE YOU NEALY DUNN?"
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."
Paddy gets even madder and yells, "Why don't you write your poor mother in Ireland?"
:end of joke
After 6 PBRs, I was floored by this. lmfao. I wish you all could have an uncle like that.
Brevity is the soul of wit. But sometimes, you have to spend time with family.
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