Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company.

One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked,

‘Father, my dog is dead … Could ya’ be saying’ a mass for the poor creature?’

Father Patrick replied,

‘I’m afraid not; we cannot have services for an animal in the church but there

are some Baptists down the lane, and there’s no tellin’what they believe.

Maybe they’ll do something for the creature?’

Muldoon said, ‘I’ll go right away Father. Do ya’ think $ 5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?’

‘Sweet Mary, Mother of God!

Why didn’t ya tell me it was a Catholic dog?

Hi! people

No need to tell me I gave away the punch line in the title.

Hit post, then realised.......ahhh too late.

Kevin.... (SLAP)!!!

Kevin.... (SLAP)!!!

Yeah....did the same thing once before, and was pulled up for it, so I thought I'd better get in first.

That way, after the first one, all the slaps are a little easier to take.

Muldoon is Scottish not Irish and we don't use $$$$$ either

Kevin.... (SLAP)!!!

Yeah....did the same thing once before, and was pulled up for it, so I thought I'd better get in first.

That way, after the first one, all the slaps are a little easier to take.

Quite a little masochist with our slapping/slappers are we not!

true, the Irish call their currency the "Punt" as it rhythms with bank manager

true, the Irish call their currency the "Punt" as it rhythms with bank manager

Love it, I laughed so hard I almost kissed the wife!