A retired trainer named Muldoon lived alone in the countryside with his favourite ex racehorse, a champion steeplechaser, which he loved and doted on. After many long years of companionship, the horse finally died so Muldoon went to the parish priest:

"Father, my dear old horse is dead. Could you be saying a mass for the creature?"
Father Patrick replied, "I am so very sorry to hear about your horse’s death. But, unfortunately we cannot have services for an animal in the church. However, there’s a new denomination down the road, no telling what they believe, but maybe they’ll do something for the animal."

Muldoon said, "I’ll go right now. Do you think $500 is enough to donate for the service?"

Father Patrick: "Why didn’t you tell me the horse was Catholic?!"

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Ta me go maith

Reminds me of the fella on his way to the races. He went into a pub and asked the barman,

"What's the quickest way to get to The Curragh?"

The Barman replied, "Are you walkin' or are you drivin'?"

The fella said, "I'm drivin'"

To which the barman answered, "yeah, that'd be the quickest way."

:lol: :lol:

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All the best from the West

Sandgroper :smile:

[ This Message was edited by: Sandgroper on 2002-07-31 08:03 ]