The Luck and Wit of the Irish

A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland said to the Irish priest beside her, “Father, may I ask a favor?”

“Of course. What may I do for you?” he inquired.

“Well, I bought an expensive hair dryer for my mother’s birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limit, and I’m afraid they’ll confiscate it,” she explained.

“Is there any way you could carry it through Customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?” she asked.

“I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie,” said the priest.

“With your honest face, Father, no one will question you,” the young woman assured him.

When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her.

The official asked, “Father, do you have anything to declare?”

“From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare,” said the priest.

The official thought this answer strange, so he asked, “And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?”

“I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused,” declared the priest.

Roaring with laughter, the official said, “Go ahead, Father. Next!”