An Australian, an Irishman and a
Liverpudlian are in the bar. They're
staring at the man sitting by himself,
at a table in the corner. He's so familiar,
and not recognising him is driving them
mad.
They stare and stare, until suddenly the
Irishman twigs: 'My God, it's Jesus!'
Sure enough, it is Jesus nursing a pint.
Thrilled, they send him over a pint of
Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a pint
of bitter.
Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at
the three men, and drinks the pints slowly,
one after another. After he's finished the
drinks, Jesus approaches the trio.
He reaches for the hand of the Irishman
and shakes it thanking him for the Guinness. When
he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement: 'My
God, the arthritis I've had for thirty years
is gone. It's a miracle!'
Jesus then shakes the hand of the Aussie,
thanking him for the lager. As he lets go,
the man's eyes widen in shock. 'Strewth
mate, the back pain I've had all my life
is completely gone! It's a miracle.'
Jesus then approaches the Liverpudlian
who knocks over a chair and a table in
trying to get away from the Son of God.
'What's wrong?' says Jesus.
The Liverpudlian shouts, 'F*** off, I'm
on disability benefit!'