A drunken Irishman is driving through the city of Dublin and his car is
weaving violently all over the road. An Irish cop pulls him over. "So,"
says the cop to the driver, "where have you been?" "I've been to the pub,"
slurs the drunk. "Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a
few." "I did all right," the drunk says with a smile. "Did you know," says
the cop, standing straight and folding his arms, that a few intersections
back, your wife fell out of your car?" "Oh, thank heavens," sighs the
drunk. "For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."
