ok...here goes..I'm taking the plunge,,and starting the joke..(sighs)
there once was this lovely lil Catholic Irish lassie,who was on a mission to talk to the "hells Angels"
She entered a corner pub, in small town, thinking to take wee break,and have a pint or two.
when the bartendar asked her,what she was looking for, she calmly said, "a pint of your best guiness good sir,and if you could please help me out on one of my quests,it would be deeply appreciated"(please insert Irish accent when she speaks...it really helps the joke flow better..also easier to do live
the bartendar was happy to oblige her with her pint,and curiously asked her, what her quest was?
to which she replied..."aye....I'm on a mission....me soul is telling me I need to talk to the "hells angels",and I'm not quite sure how I would go about it.
The bartendar,pauses,looking a bit kerfuffled, and replies.
"hhhhmmm...I find it odd you should say that today lass,
but I guess, it tis your lucky day luv.
A group of them were riding through town on their way to some rally,
one of their bikes broke down,and they are in the back room,waiting on a quick fix,having a pint. Please feel free, to go and talk to them,some are not having a good day though,so I may warn you, some may be in a bit of a foul temper."
well the Irish girl is beyond herself with joy...
saying quite gleefully "tis me lucky day..aye..tis"
(more on this joke coming later...it is good