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tyred

Squire
Location
Ireland
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tyred

Squire
Location
Ireland
The man who invented throat lozenges has died.

His funeral was today, but there was no coffin.
 

craigwend

Grimpeur des terrains plats
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classic33

Leg End Member
Mary had just gotten married, and as a good traditional Irish girl, she was still a virgin. On her wedding night, she and her new husband Mick stayed at her mother’s house. Nervous, Mary confessed her worries.
Her mother patted her hand.
“Don’t worry, love. Mick’s a good man. Go upstairs—he’ll take care of you. I’ll stay down here and make dinner.”
So, Mary went up.
In the bedroom, Mick unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a thick mat of hair across his chest. Mary’s eyes widened. She bolted downstairs.
“Mammy! Mammy! Mick’s got a big hairy chest!”
Her mother smiled. “That’s nothing. All good men have hairy chests. Now go back upstairs—he’ll take care of you.”
So up she went again.
This time Mick took off his trousers, showing his hairy legs. Mary squealed and ran downstairs again.
“Mammy! Mick took off his pants—and he’s got hairy legs!”
“Relax, child. All good men have hairy legs. Go on back upstairs—he’s a fine man.”
So Mary climbed the stairs once more.
Finally, Mick pulled off his socks. On his left foot, he was missing three toes.
Mary gasped, ran straight downstairs, and shouted:
“Mammy! Mick’s got a foot and a half!”
Her mother dropped the spoon, grabbed her apron, and said:
“You stay here and stir the gravy, Mary. I’ll go upstairs!”
 
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