warm milk and the old irish nun

[cuznjohn]

Warm Milk

Happy-CowIn a convent in Ireland , the 98-year-old Mother Superior lay dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable.
They tried giving her warm milk to drink but she refused it.
One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Then, remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey that had been received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.
Back at Mother Superior’s bed, they held the glass to her lips. The frail nun drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had finished the whole glass down to the last drop.
As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity to have one last talk with their spiritual leader.
“Mother,” the nuns asked earnestly, “Please give us some of your wisdom before you leave us.”
She raised herself up in bed on one elbow, looked at them and said:

“DON’T SELL THAT COW.”

 

[Chupaca]

That's the Irish for ya..!!

good one..:roflblack::roflblack: gotta love it, must be the Irish in me blood...:roflblack:

 

[Bob Denman]

:roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack: :clap: :thumbup:
This reminds me of a story...
A salesman is lost in the country, so he pulls into a farm to get some directions.
As he sits with the Farmer figuring out just where the heck he is; he notices a pig limping around on three legs.
"What happened to your pig?", he asks
"That's some pig; you better believe it.", the farmer says
"While just last Winter, that pig smelled a chimney fire, and woke all of us up in time to get out before we were killed."
"Even last Summer when the silo toppled over; he kept the animals inside the barn, and none of them were lost through the breaks in the fence."
"That's some pig. We couldn't run this place without him!"
"No Sir; you don't eat up a pig like that all at once!" :shocked:

 

[ARtraveler]

Warm Milk

Happy-CowIn a convent in Ireland , the 98-year-old Mother Superior lay dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable.
They tried giving her warm milk to drink but she refused it.
One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Then, remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey that had been received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.
Back at Mother Superior’s bed, they held the glass to her lips. The frail nun drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had finished the whole glass down to the last drop.
As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity to have one last talk with their spiritual leader.
“Mother,” the nuns asked earnestly, “Please give us some of your wisdom before you leave us.”
She raised herself up in bed on one elbow, looked at them and said:

“DON’T SELL THAT COW.”

Sounds like those Irish eyes were Smilin hyea:hyea:

 

[cuznjohn]

:roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack: :clap: :thumbup:
This reminds me of a story...
A salesman is lost in the country, so he pulls into a farm to get some directions.
As he sits with the Farmer figuring out just where the heck he is; he notices a pig limping around on three legs.
"What happened to your pig?", he asks
"That's some pig; you better believe it.", the farmer says
"While just last Winter, that pig smelled a chimney fire, and woke all of us up in time to get out before we were killed."
"Even last Summer when the silo toppled over; he kept the animals inside the barn, and none of them were lost through the breaks in the fence."
"That's some pig. We couldn't run this place without him!"
"No Sir; you don't eat up a pig like that all at once!" :shocked:

well now you reminded me of one.
a man driving down the highway looks out his window and sees a 3 legged chicken running next to his car, he was shocked to see this and sped up to 65 mph, sure enough the 3 legged chicken was still keeping up to him. he starts to drive up to 75 mph and the chicken not only is still next to him but it also passes him, so he speeds up to chase the chicken to see where it goes. after chasing it for a couple of miles and through some small streets the chicken makes a right into a driveway and into a back yard.
the man gets out of his car and walks up the driveway and is looking over the fence. all of a sudden he hears someone say,can i help you. he tells the man asking the story about the 3 legged chicken and what happened and the home owner laughed and said, yea i raise 3 legged chickens.
when the driver asked why the owner said, when i got married my wife and i both love chicken legs. than we had our first child and she loved chicken legs so i cross bred them to get 3 legs. so the drivers asked, how do they taste. and the owner replied, we don't know, we can't catch the lil :cus:'s

 

[Bob Denman]

:clap: BRAVO!! :2thumbs: