I Blame The Irish Banking System

Paddy goes to Shannon Doc here in Thurles, with ‘bottom,’ problems.
Doctor, it’s me behind. I’d loik ya ta teyhk a look at it, if yar wood.”

Realising the man is obviously suffering some discomfort and anxious to sort the problem out quickly, the doctor asks him to remove his trousers and begins his examination.

After a short silence the doctor gasps. “This is most unusual Paddy,” he says, “But there is a €20.00 note lodged in your anal triangle of perineum, in between the right and left ischioanal fossa.
Doctor you just git it out of dare qick.” says Paddy.

Using a surgical tweezers the doctor gently eases the €20.00 note out of Paddy’s posterior, but then, surprise, the edge of €10.00 note appears. “This is amazing!” exclaims the Doctor. “What do you want me to do?”

Well fur goodness shake don’t stand dare, teyke it out man!” shrieks his patient.

The doctor pulls out the tenner and then another twenty appeared, and then a fifty and another, and another, and another and so it went on. Finally half an hour later the last note was successfully removed and following further in-dept examination, no further notes were found.

Ah Doctor, tank ya koindly, dat’s muche batter, but just out of interest, how moch was in dare den?” The Doctor counts the pile of cash and says “Paddy, I make it €1,990 exactly, on the first count, will I recheck it?

No need, dat’d be rite den,” says Paddy. “Sure I just knew I wasn’t feeling two grand.

Have a laugh, we are all back to work tomorrow.


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