a little irish joke for the day

Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he
had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking
up
to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find
me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me
life and give up me Irish Whiskey!"

Miraculously, a parking place appeared.

Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found
one."


yesterday i met with my agents, same old story., they need to find me a fucking job. point blank period.