[3132] in Humor
The Irishman
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Brian T Sniffen)
Fri Mar 17 22:10:55 2000
To: humor@MIT.EDU
From: Brian T Sniffen <brians@MIT.EDU>
Date: 17 Mar 2000 22:09:13 -0500
There once was an Irishman named Pat, who was born on St. Patrick's
Day, died on St. Patrick's Day, marching in the St. Patrick's Day
parade. Pat went to heaven and saw St. Peter at the Pearly
Gates. St. Peter said, "who are you?" and Pat replied, "My name is
Pat, I'm an Irishman, born on St. Patrick's Day, died on St. Patrick's
Day, marchin' in the St. Patrick's Day parade." St. Peter checked up
in his book and saw all this information was true. So he said to Pat
"Yes, this is all true, so here is a little green cloud for you to
drive around heaven in and here is a harp that, when you push this
button here, will play 'When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.' You've earned
it, Pat. Have a good time in heaven." Pat jumps on his little green
cloud, punches the button, and it starts to play "When Irish Eyes Are
Smiling." He heads out into heaven, a smile on his face and a song in
his heart. He's having a wonderful time in heaven, driving his little
green cloud around for two whole days. However, on the third day, he's
driving down the main expressway in heaven with the harp playing full
blast when, all of a sudden, a pink and white two-tone cloud roars
past him. And in the back of this cloud is an organ which is playing
all sorts of celestial music. Pat has just enough time to see that the
person driving the pink and white two-tone cloud has a long nose and a
darkish complexion. Pat makes a U-Turn right in the middle of the
Heaven Expressway, charges back to the Pearly Gates, jumps off of his
little green cloud and stalks up to St. Peter. He says, "St. Peter,
my name is Pat, I'm an Irishman. I was born on St. Patrick's Day,
died on St. Patrick's Day, marchin' in the St. Patrick's Day parade. I
come up here to heaven and I get this tiny, insignificant little green
cloud and this little harp that plays only one song, 'When Irish Eyes
Are Smiling.' "St. Peter, there's a Jew over there. He's got a big,
beautiful pink and white two-tone cloud and an huge organ that plays
all kinds of celestial music and I, Pat the Irishman, want to know
why!" St. Peter stands up from his desk. He leans over and motions
Pat the Irishman to come closer. Then he says "Pat, shush! He's the
boss's son!"
