A man walks into a bar and orders a Jameson.
A second patron at the bar turns and says, “I noticed yer accent. Are ye Irish then?”
“Aye, that I am,” says the first as his whiskey arrives.
“As am I. Well then, here’s t’ Ireland,” says the second, and they raise their glasses in a toast, drink up, and signal for another.
“What part o’ Ireland are ye from then?” asks the first.
“From Bantry, in County Cork,” says the second.
“Yer jokin’. I’m from Bantry, in County Cork,” says the first. “Let’s drink t’ Bantry, in County Cork, in Ireland!”
After that drink, the second asks, “What school did ya go to?”
“Our Lady of Mercy.”
“No! Why, I attended Our Lady of Mercy! Let’s drink t’ Our Lady of Mercy, in Bantry, in County Cork, in Ireland!” (And they drink.)
“What year did you graduate?”
“Bloody hell! I graduated in 1983! Well, let’s drink t’ 1983, in Our Lady of Mercy, in Bantry, in County Cork, in Ireland!”
About that time, a third patron enters and says to the bartender, “Hey, Sam. What’s new?”
The bartender answers, “Nothing. The O’Malley twins are getting hammered again.”