Finnegan Jokes / Recent Jokes

Finnegan, drunk as usual, staggers into Church, enters the confessional box, sits down but says nothing. The good irish father coughs a few times to get his attention, but Finnegan just sits there. Finally, the irish priest pounds three times on the wall. Finnegan yells, "Ain`t no use knockin, there`s no paper on this side either."

Two Irish friends greeted each other while waiting their turn at the bank window. "This reminds me of Finnegan," remarked one. "What about Finnegan?" inquired the other. "'Tis a story that Finnegan died, and when he greeted St. Peter, he said: 'It's a fine job you've had here for a long time.' 'Well, Finnegan,' said St. Peter, 'here we count a million years as a minute and a million dollars as a cent.' 'Ah!' said Finnegan, 'I'm needing cash. Lend me a cent.' 'Sure,' said St. Peter, 'just wait a minute.'"

Sometimes, it seems like some people are just plain *doomed*. If you don't believe it, consider these weird deaths:
A fierce gust of wind blew 45-year-old Vittorio Luise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore - where a tree blew over and killed him.
Mike Stewart, 31, of Dallas was filming a movie in 1983 on the dangers of low-level bridges when the truck he was standing on passed under a low-level bridge - killing him.
Walter Hallas, a 26-year-old store clerk in Leeds, England, was so afraid of dentists that in 1979 he asked a fellow worker to try to cure his toothache by punching him in the jaw. The punch caused
Hallas to fall down, hitting his head, and he died of a fractured skull.
George Schwartz, owner of a factory in Providence, R.I., narrowly escaped death when a 1983 blast flattened his factory except for one wall. After treatment for minor injuries, he returned to the scene to search for more...

Two Irish friends greeted each other while waiting their turn at the bank window. "This reminds me of Finnegan," remarked one. "What about Finnegan?" inquired the other. "Tis a story that Finnegan died, and when he greeted St. Peter, he said: Its a fine job youve had here for a long time. Well, Finnegan, said St. Peter, here we count a million years as a minute and a million dollars as a cent. Ah! said Finnegan, Im needing cash. Lend me a cent. Sure, said St. Peter, just wait a minute."

Two Irish friends
greeted each
other while waiting their turn at the bank window. "This
reminds me of
Finnegan," remarked one.
"What about Finnegan?" inquired the
other.
"'Tis a story that Finnegan died, and when he greeted St.
Peter, he
said:' It's a fine job you've had here for a long
time.'' Well,
Finnegan,' said St. Peter,' here we count a million
years as a minute
and a million dollars as a cent.'' Ah!' said
Finnegan,' I'm needing
cash. Lend me a cent.'' Sure,' said St.
Peter,' just wait a
minute.'"