It’s Pancake Day tomorrow and rather than schedule this for tomorrow via this site’s dashboard Imma post it today. Hey, I might die in my sleep and then nobody would see it! So, here’s a terrific joke I heard on the telly a few years ago. It’s relevant to Pancake Day or Mardi Gras if you’re from New Oreleans. Actually, no, it won’t work if you call it Mardi Gras. If you’re from New Orleans stop reading. It’s not just funny, as a bonus it also highlights just how stupid Irish people can be. Oh man, wait until you hear it, you’ll be all, ‘yup, I recognize the stereotypical traits of a Nick-Nack Paddy-Wack!’
After all, there’s no smoke without fire, right?
So, how does it go?
That’s right! There’s an Englishman, a Welshman and an idiotic Irish person who is so thick it’s unbelievable. Seriously, guy’s a fucking disaster.
They’re all chatting in a pub – the Irishman has drunk the most, they do, eh? But it’s not alcohol that’s clouding his thinking, he’s just got subnormal intelligence! Subnormal for a British person that is, he might be on Ireland’s version of Eggheads for all I know – and they start talking about their kids. The Englishman says, “I say, I say, I say, my child’s name is George. I named him after St George because he was born on St George’s Day, wot wot wot wot.”
That’s what these guys have all done, they’ve all named their kids after the day they were born. Remember that, it’s important. for the punchline that’s coming up.
So the Englishman has named his child George.
Next up the Welshman tells the rapt group the name of his child. “Enw fy mab yw david oherwydd iddo gael ei eni ar Ddydd Gŵyl Dewi hwn yn jôc mawr!”
Now for the Coup de Grace.
The Irishman, whose name is Flynn O’Docherty-Cranberry-Ulysses, says something about his kid being called Pancake because it was born on Pancake Day.
Oh my fucking Lord! I cracked up when I first heard that joke years ago and I’m cracking up now. Happy Pancake Day! For tomorrow!