We all have a favorite joke and this one happens to be mine. So what better day to share it than on St. Patrick's Day?
A conservative Irish judge went pub crawling after a hard Friday at court. He was known as a law and order judge and had an image to maintain but after such a hard day, his Irish thirst was raging.
After he crawled out of his 6th pub, he vomited all over his brand new suit and racked his reeling brain for what to tell his teetotaling wife Brigit. Then he got a brilliant idea.
He poured himself through the front door and said in an outraged voice,
"Ah, Brigit, you'll never guess what happened to me this very night. I was walking home from the courthouse and this drunken yobbo staggers up to me and threw up all over me brand new suit. Well, I had him arrested and when I see him in court on Monday, I'll be givin' him 30 days in gaol, I will. Now, be a dear, Brigit, and clean me suit, will you? There's a lass."
"Very good, your honor," said Brigit and she set about cleaning his suit.
The weekend passed and Monday morning arrived. The conservative judge, dressed in his newly-cleaned suit, thought it prudent to reinforce his lie one more time. At breakfast he said to his wife,
"When I see that suit-soiler in court today, I'll be givin' him 30 days, I will!"
"Well, your honor," began Brigit, "you'd better be giving him 60 days because he shit in your pants, too."
