A wee laugh for the weekend
An Australian, an Irishman and a Glaswegian are in a bar.
They’re staring at another man sitting on his own at a table in the corner.
He’s so familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad.
They stare and stare, until suddenly the Irishman twigs:
My God, it’s Jesus!”
Sure enough, it is Jesus, nursing a pint.
Thrilled, they send him over a pint of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and
bottle of Buckfast.
Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and drinks the
pints slowly, one after another.
After he’s finished the drinks, Jesus approaches the trio. He reaches for
the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking him for the
Guinness.
When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement: “My God! The
arthritis I’ve had for 30 years is gone. It’s a miracle!”
Jesus then shakes the Aussie’s hand, thanking him for the lager.
As he lets go, the man’s eyes widen in shock.
Strewth mate, the bad back I’ve had all my life is completely gone! It’s a
miracle.”
Jesus then approaches the Glaswegian who knocks over a chair and a table
in trying to get away from the Son of God.
“What’s wrong my son?” says Jesus.
The Glaswegian shouts,
“F*** off, I’m on invalidity!”
