Paddy Declaring War On France

[jimras]

Jacques Chirac, The French Prime Minister, was sitting in his office

wondering what kind of mischief he could perpetrate against the United

States when his telephone rang.

"Hallo, Mr. Chirac," a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy down

here at the Harp Pub in County Kerry, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you

that we are officially declaring war on you!"

"Well, Paddy," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is

your army?"

"Right now," said Paddy, "after a moment's calculation there is meself,

me cousin Sean, me next door neighbor Seamus, and the entire dart team

from the pub. That makes eight of us!"

Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have one hundred thousand

men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Begorra!" said Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back!"

Sure enough, the next day, Paddy called again. "Mr. Chirac, 'tis meself

again. The war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry

equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be, Paddy," Chirac asked. "Well, we have

two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor."

Chirac sighed, amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks

and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I've increased my army to one

hundred fifty thousand since we last spoke."

"The Saints preserve us!" said Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you."

Sure enough, Paddy rang again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still

on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We've modified Dan

O'Brien's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four

boys from the Shamrock Pub have joined us as well!"

Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell

you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military

complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And

since we last spoke, I've increased my army to two hundred thousand!"

"Jaysus, Mary, and Holy Saint Joseph," said Paddy, "I'll have to ring you

back."

Sure enough, Paddy called again the next day. "Top o' the mornin' to ya,

Mr.Chirac! I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the auld

war."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well," said Paddy, "we've all had a long chat over a bunch of pints and

decided there's no way we can feed two hundred thousand

prisoners-of-war."

[bar5]

That was really good. Never would've guessed the ending.

[Bubba Bob]

That's Great!

[robroy]

There just aren't enough potatoes to feed them all

[martymas]

ha ha

your right paddy

marty