An Australian, an Irishman and a Scouser are in a bar. They're staring

at another man sitting on his own at a table in the corner. He's so

familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad. They stare

and stare, until suddenly the Irishman twigs: "My God, it's Jesus!"

And, sure enough, it is Jesus, nursing a pint.

Thrilled, they send him over a

pint of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a pint of bitter.

Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and drinks

the pints slowly, one after another.

After he's finished the drinks, Jesus approaches the trio.

He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking

him for the Guinness.

When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement:

"Be Jayzez! The arthritis I've had for 30 years is

gone. By the love of God, it's a miracle!"

Jesus then shakes the Aussie's hand, thanking him for the lager.

As he lets go, the man's eyes widen in shock. "Strewth mate, the bad

back I've had all my life is completely gone! It's a miracle."

Jesus then approaches the Scouser who knocks over chairs and

tables trying to get away from the Son of God.

"What's wrong, my son?" says Jesus.

The Scouser shouts, "P*ss off, I'm on disability benefit!"

You could also substitute Kiwi for Scouser in that one tukyleith!

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You could also substitute Kiwi for Scouser in that one tukyleith!

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Sorry JD, but you got that one arse about face. Change Scouser for pomgolian Aussie..

or a Dodger