Without batting an eyelash, Paddy says, “Well, it’s nice to meet you. You know I married your sister?”
You know you’re too drunk when the back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.
Well, here it is, the very first long joke I ever told.
A Kentucky colonel and the devil had an argument. The devil said that no one had a perfect memory, while the colonel claimed that there was an Indian on his plantation who never forgot anything. The colonel agreed to give up his soul to the devil if the Indian ever did forget anything.
They went out to a part of the plantation to meet the Indian. The devil went up to him and said, “Do you like eggs?”
The Indian replied, “Yes.” The devil then went away.
Twenty years later the colonel died. “Here’s my chance to get his soul!” thought the devil. He went back to the plantation and found the Indian. Raising his hand, he gave the tribal greeting, “How.”
Quick as a wink, the Indian replied, “Fried.”
Well, I hope you had as much fun reading this book as I had putting it together. It’s amazing what one can accomplish with a couple of cases of beer in you!
Thank you and good night!
About the Author
JIMMY PRITCHARD was born in Texas, raised in Massachusetts, and he lived in New Hampshire for ten years before coming to New York City. As an actor he has been in numerous stage productions, radio voice-overs, and a commercial. He was also a member of the sketch comedy group Chubby Runs Away. An avid skier, he also enjoys scuba diving and is desperately trying to break one hundred on his golf game. He especially loves tooling around on his motorcycle, a 1978 750cc Yamaha Special (with a drive shaft). He and his wife, Lisa, split their time between the country in Massachusetts and the City of New York.
The New York City Bartender's Joke Book Page 11