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Kerry:

Katie77:
An Irish Ghost Story

This story happened a while ago in Dublin, and even though it sounds like
an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.

John Bradford, a Dublin University student, was on the side of the road
hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a storm. The night was
rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see
a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him
and stopped.

John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into the car
and closed the door only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and
the engine wasn't on!!

The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road ahead and saw a
curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life.  Then,
just before the car hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and
turned the wheel.

John, paralyzed with terror, watched as the hand repeatedly came through
the window, but never touched or harmed him.

Shortly thereafter John saw the lights of a pub appear down the road, so,
gathering strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to it.

Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about
the horrible experience he had just had.

A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was crying
and....wasn't drunk.

Suddenly, the door opened, and two other people walked in from the stormy
night. They, like John, were also soaked and out of breath.

Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to
the other..."Look Paddy...there's that f....... idiot who got in the car
while we were pushing it." !!!

 

Katie77:
I went into a petrol station today and   asked for
five dollars worth of gas.     
The attendant farted and gave me a receipt.
 

TXdoug:
AWESOME !!!! :laugh:     :laugh:     :laugh:

dot-matrix:
Old Mrs McCotton arrived at Auchtercouthie Parish Church one Sunday morning and was met by a new usher who helped her up a flight of steps into the church. He asked Mrs McCotton "Where are you going to sit?" Mrs McCotton said she was heading for the front row. The young man looked dubious and said "You really don't want to do that. The minister can be rather loud and is also very boring." Mrs McCotton replied: "Do you know who I am?" The young man shook his head. "I'm the minister's mother..." The young lad's eyes opened wide and then he asked: "Do you know who I am?" When Mrs McCotton said "No" he breathed a sigh of relief - and headed for the door.

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