Warm Milk

[Missouri Mule]

In a convent in Ireland ,

the 98-year-old Mother Superior lay dying.

The nuns gathered around her bed

trying to make her last journey comfortable.

They tried giving her warm milk to drink

but she refused it.



One of the nuns took the glass

back to the kitchen.

Then, remembering a bottle of Irish Whiskey

that had been received as a gift

the previous Christmas,

she opened it and poured a generous amount

into the warm milk.



Back at Mother Superior's bed,

they held the glass to her lips.

The frail nun drank a little,

then a little more and before they knew it,

she had finished the whole glass down to the last

drop.

As her eyes brightened,

the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity

to have one last talk with their spiritual leader.



"Mother," the nuns asked earnestly,

"Please give us some of your wisdom

before you leave us. "



She raised herself up in bed on one elbow,

looked at them and said:



"Don't sell that cow. "

 

[DJW]

Another Irish joke, read just a few minutes ago on an English talk board. The joke was, " The moment the two Paddies left Ireland the IQ of Dublin halved", it drew loud laughs from the audience then the speaker finished the joke, "And and on arriving, doubled the IQ of London", did not bring any response. (Strange?)