"Bad Luck of the Irish" joke
"Well, Mrs. O'Connor, so you want a divorce?" the solicitor questioned his
client. "Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?"
"Oh, no," replied Mrs. O'Connor. "Shure now, we have a carport."
The solicitor tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?"
"No, no," said Mrs. O'Connor, looking puzzled. "Oi'm always first out of bed."
Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again. "Well, does he go in for
unnatural connubial practices?"
"Shure now, he plays the flute, but I don't think he knows anything about the
connubial."
Now desperate, the solicitor pushed on. "What I'm trying to find out are what
grounds you have."
"Bless ye, sor. We live in a flat-not even a window box, let alone
grounds."
"Mrs. O'Connor," the solicitor said in considerable exasperation, "you need a
reason that the court can consider. What is the reason for you seeking this
divorce?"
"Ah, well now," said the lady, "Shure it's because the man can't hold an
intelligent conversation."
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A cabbie is driving by the Empire State Building
one day when he's flagged down by a fellow with a neat
moustache, wearing a bowler hat and carrying an umbrella.
The fellow gets into the cab.
"Where to?" asks the cabbie.
"Trafalgar Square, if more...