An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his help in reviving her husband's libido. "What about trying Viagra?" asks the doctor. "Not a chance," she said. "He won't even take an aspirin!" "Not to fret," replied the doctor. "Give him an Irish Viagra." "What's an Irish Viagra, Doctor?" "That's where you just drop the Viagra into his morning coffee. He won't even taste it," replied the doctor." Give it a try, and call me in a week to let me know how things went." It wasn't a week later that she called the doctor, who directly inquired as to the progress. The poor dear exclaimed, "Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid, just terrible, doc!" "Really? What happened?" asked the doctor. "Well, I did as you advised me to do and slipped the Viagra into his morning coffee and it took effect immediately. He jumped hisself straight up, with a twinkle in his eye and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent the cups and tablecloth a flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there, making wild, mad, passionate love to me right on the tabletop! T'was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!" "Why so terrible?" asked the doctor. "Do you mean the sex wasn't any good?""Oh, no, no, no, doctor, the sex was fine indeed! T'was the best sex I've had in twenty-five years! But sure as I'm sittin' here, I'll never be able to show my face in Starbucks again!"

 

 

 

Wouldn't be a problem at Pete's Coffee!

 

What's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish wake?

One less drunk.

 

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My uncle Murphy does amazing work tiling floors... We call him the Irish Setter...

 

Did you hear about the two Irish pr0n stars? Ryan Fitzpatrick and Patrick Fitzryan?

 

Two Irishmen, Patrick Murphy and Shawn O'Brian grew up together and were lifelong friends. But alas, Patrick developed cancer, and was dying. While on his deathbed, Patrick called to his buddy, Shawn, "O'Brian, come 'ere. I 'ave a request for ye." Shawn walked to his friend's bedside and kneels. "Shawny ole boy, we've been friends all our lives, and now I'm leaving 'ere. I 'ave one last request fir ye to do." O'Brian burst into tears, "Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It's done." "Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into me bones and I'll be able to enjoy it for all eternity." O'Brian was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend's request, he asked, "Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?"