A young man had been seeing a girl for several weeks and things were going so well that she invited him back for a meal at her house so he could meet her parents.
They planned to go to see film afterwards and then who knows…one thing might lead to another.
On the way to her house he stopped off at the chemist shop to buy some condoms.
“We have packs of three, six or 12,” said the chemist in a matter of fact way.
“Well let’s see,” said the young man. “I really fancy this girl and I’m sure she feels the same. Things could get quite steamy so you’d better give me the 12-pack.
Later that evening as they sit down to dinner, the girl’s father starts to say grace. The young man carries on praying long after the father has finished.
The girl leans over and says. “I didn’t know you were so religious.”
“I didn’t know your father was a chemist,” he replied.
Poor Finbar has a problem with his back. If you mention work, he can’t get it off the bed.
Misfortune: when politicians fall into a river.
Disaster: when someone pulls them out.