Joe is walking along a dark street at night when he hears a lot of laughter and shouting from an Irish bar across the road.

Joe thinks, “Hmm…never been in an Irish bar before and I am bored and lonely. I’ll go check it out.”

In he walks, amidst hoots of laughter. He looks up at a stage in the center of the room and sees a man going to the microphone.

He taps the microphone twice and says “42″. Everyone bursts out laughing and he walks off the stage.

Another man comes up and yells “68!” The crowd laughs louder still!

A third man walks up and shouts “12!!”

Joe is quite confused by now so he finds the manager and asks, “Why does everyone laugh when they are only calling out numbers?”

“Well,” says the Manager, “we got tired of saying the same jokes over and over again so we assigned them numbers so each number called out is a joke.”

“Ohh,” said Joe. “Am I allowed a go then?”

“Sure!” the manager exclaimed, So up on to the stage went Joe and yelled at the top of his voice “168″.

The patrons laughed so loudly the room shook. They carried him off the stage and bought him a few drinks.

After that, he went to the manager and asked, “Why was my joke so funny?”

The manager was still chuckling but he said, “Well, they haven’t heard that one before!!”

Walking into the bar, Mike said to the bartender, “Pour me a stiff one, I just had another fight with the little woman.”

“Oh yeah?” said Greg “And how did this one end?”

“When it was over,” Mike replied, “she came to me on her hands and knees.”

“Really? Now that’s a switch! What did she say?”

“She said, come out from under that bed, you little chickenshit.”

The elder priest said, “I know you were reaching out to the young people when you had bucket seats put into replace the first four pews.

“It worked”, said the younger priest, “We got the front of the church filled first.”

The young priest nodded and the old one continued, “And, you told me a little more beat to the music would bring young people back to church, so I supported you when you brought in that rock ‘n roll gospel choir.”

“So”, asked the young priest, “what’s the problem?”

Well,” said the elder priest, “I’m afraid you’ve gone too far with the drive through confessional and the flashing neon sign which reads “Toot ‘n Tell or Go to Hell!!!!”