Couldn't resist posting some Irish Jokes for Fedup on his birthday

fft:
The BBC decided to make a news report on how thick the Irish truely are, so they went to Dublin and set out a massive stage in the middle of the city. Cameras lights and everything. Before they started the report, a huge crowd gathered, they were going crazy, banging feet, throwing bins and starting fires. So the presenter got up on the stage and said down the mic, "i need a volunteer!?" so he points to a man in the crowd and says, "whats your name sir?", "shane" the man replied. "ok shane, come up on stage". so he comes up and stands where he is asked to. "ok Shane, im going to ask you a short easy question, whats 5+9?" "ooo, i know this to be sure i do, that'll be 7" "No, thats wrong Shane." The crowd went wild shouting and screaming, "WE'RE NOT TICK, WE'RE NOT TICK, GIVE 'IM ANOTHER CHANCEEE", Ok ill give him another question, "whats 5+3", "i know this one, thats simple, thatll be 9" WE'RE NOT TICK WE'RE NOT TICK, GIVE 'IM ANOTHER CHANCE!!!!! "ok, one last question, whats 2+2" "i know this to be sure i do, thatll be 4". and the crowd shouts, "GIVE 'IM ANOTHER CHANCE!!!!
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A Belfast man was ashamed of his accent, and decided to go to elocution lessons in London.
Three years later he was speaking perfect BBC English, and he decided to return home and celebrate with a drink.
He caught the Shuttle to Belfast, got a taxi into the city and walked into the first establishment he came to.
'I say, old chap,' he said to the proprietor, 'perhaps you could furnish me with a large gin and tonic and one of your finest Havana cigars.'
'You're from around these parts, aren't you?' said the proprietor.
'Good grief,' said the stunned Belfast man. 'How did you know that?'
'Well, you see,' said the proprietor, 'this is a butcher's.'
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MacAndrews was visiting his Irish cousin, O'Bannon. While there he decided to do a bit of fishing. As he sat there on afternoon, his cousin walked by.
"What are ye doing?" asked O'Bannon.
"Fishin'," said MacAndrews.
"Caught anything?"
"Ach, nae a bite,"
"What are ye usin' fer bait?"
"Worms"
"Let me see it," said O'Bannon.
MacAndrews lifted the line from the water and handed it to his cousin. O'Bannon took out his flask of potcheen and dipped the worm in it. He handed it back to MacAndrews, who cast his line once more. As soon as the worm hit the water, his rod bent over double, the line screaming out.
"Have ye got a bite?" asked O'Bannon.
"No!" shouted MacAndrews, fighting with the rod, "The worm's got a salmon by the throat!"