An Irish Dream

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It always seems like it never rains, but what it pours, except in Snowsville, where it never warms up. To Brigit Murphy just coming off of a recent mystery of misplaced overalls turning up in her famous chowder, and her recent embarrassing spilled coffee incident at Starbucks she now found herself confronting an even more frustrating quandary. What the hell was going on with her formerly inept husband Mick, now that he been rejuvenated by the Irish Viagra she slipped into his coffee at Starbucks.

Furthermore now that she had embarrassed herself again with the elephant dung incident and her resultant loss of status in her proper Irish community, she found herself even more depressed. To top it all off a crowning blow then struck her when she overheard her rejuvenated husband Mick’s loud phone conversation with his buddy Skibooch O’Faolain. They were talking so loud she could even hear Skibooch.. Brigit now fretted over how she would ever reign in her oversexed husband, now that he had a dose of Irish Viagra. Her recollection of the conversation went something like this:

“Hey Mick, I had the most amazing dream last night. There I was at Seabreeze with Father O’Doul. We each had $100 in our pockets that we were given by my mother. And the most amazing thing. There were no lines. We went on all the rides, and ate as much ice cream and candy as we wanted. I had the time of my life.”

Mick then said, “Hey Skibooch, I had a great dream last night, too. No sooner did I get into bed, when I hear this knock on the door. I opened it and there stood Marilyn Monroe in a flimsy see through white dress. I was really beat from my recent nooner with Brigit at Starbucks, but this was the opportunity of a lifetime, so I asked her to come in. We made love and it was fabulous. And boy was I ready to sleep after that. “

“What a wonderful dream,” pipes Skibooch.

bath-towel“Wait, it’s not over. After Marilyn left, I had just put my head down, when there was another knock at the door. I dragged myself out of bed, and there stood Sofia Loren in a bathrobe. Without a word she dropped the bathrobe, and as exhausted as I was, I dragged myself into bed and it was absolutely incredible. “

Skibooch laughs: “Then you went to sleep?”

“I wanted to,” said Mick, “But there was another knock at the door.”

“Let me guess. Dolly Parton in a towel?”

“Close. It was Raquel Welch in a negligee,”

“And you did it again?”

“Believe me I wanted to, but I just couldn’t. Too tired. She was so disappointed.”

“So you closed the door on Raquel Welch, did you? Some friend you turned out to be! Why didn’t you call me?”

“I did. But your mother said you had gone to Seabreeze?

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