Irish joke Faith and Bea Arthur

Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by rockgor, Jun 11, 2007.

  1. rockgor

    rockgor Well-Known Member

    Here's a joke I found in my mail box today.

    The following is an exchange of correspondence between a customer and
    the Irish Railway Company: Iarnrod Eireann.


    I have been riding your trains daily for the last two years,
    and the service on your line seems to be getting worse every day. I am tired
    of standing in the aisle all the time on a 14-mile trip. I think the transportation system is worse than that enjoyed by people 2,000 years ago.

    Yours truly,
    Patrick Finnegan

    Dear Mr. Finnegan,

    We received your letter with reference to the shortcomings of
    our service and believe you are somewhat confused in your history. The
    only mode of transportation 2,000 years ago was by foot.

    Iarnrod Eireann.


    I am in receipt of your letter, and I think you are the ones
    who are confused in your history. If you will refer to the Bible and the Book
    of David, 9th Chapter, you will find that Balaam rode to town on his ass.
    That, gentlemen, is something I have not been able to do on your train in
    the last two years!!!

    Yours Truly,
    Patrick Finnegan

    Kinda funny. As I'm sure you all have noticed, however, it would be difficult to find a Bible w/ the book of "David" in it.


  2. Mikie

    Mikie Moderator

    What has it to do with Bea Arthur?

    Love, Mikie
  3. rockgor

    rockgor Well-Known Member

    "Faith and Begorrah" is an Irish expression. ("Begorrah" means "By God".)

    Faith and Bea Arthur is a pun.

    That's all.

  4. Mikie

    Mikie Moderator

    Thanks for the response. I'm Irish but I just couldn't make that leap.

    Love, Mikie
  5. Greenbean7

    Greenbean7 New Member

    Bea Arthur? I just thought you were being Maude-alin!


    Choose joy!
  6. rockgor

    rockgor Well-Known Member

    You're such a hoot!

    You know that people who make outrageous puns often live to Rue (McClanahan) the day.

    Stop and smell the greenbeans. My great aunt lived on a farm. She served all her vegtables in cream: cooked grean beans, raw cucumbers, etc.

    Somtimes she would drive into the village and stop at our house. "Here's a couple quarts of cream and I brought you a slab of bacon. Oh yes, some tomatoes from the garden and a few ears of corn.

    Her name was Myrtle, but it might as well have been Pomona.

    (There's a town named Pomona about 25 miles E of here. I used to go to court there every now and then. They had spectacular blooming trees around the courthouse.)