BEING MARRIED TO AN IRISH GIRL..

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On a bitterly cold winter morning a husband and wife in
Dublin were listening to the radio during breakfast. They heard the
announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You
must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the
Snow ploughs can get through. "So the good wife went out and moved her
car.

A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the
radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today.
You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the
snow ploughs can get through. "The good wife went out and moved her car
again.

The next week they are again having breakfast, when the
radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today.
You must park...." Then the electric power went out. The good wife was
very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "I don't
know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the
snow ploughs can get through?"

Then with the love and understanding in his voice that all
men who are married to Irish women exhibit, the husband replied,

"Why don't you just leave the bloody car in the garage this
time."

:biggrin2:

 

[Diamondhitch]

LOL

I didn't know Irish women were blonde!

 

[Nyati]

:clap::clap::clap:

 

[peras]

And I was waiting for the inches to be the punchline:bonk:

 

[Cliffy]

Inches? You measure it in inches??? Seems sort of microscopic to me