A Mormon was seated next to an Irishman on a flight from London.
After the plane was airborne, drink orders were taken. The Irishman asked for a whiskey, which was promptly brought and placed before him.
The flight attendant then asked the Mormon if he would like a drink.
He replied in disgust, "I'd rather be savagely raped by a dozen whores than let liquor touch my lips."
The Irishman then handed his drink back to the attendant and said, "Me, too, I didn't know we had that choice."
Adding that to my Irish jokes. It's heritage, you know (if the hillbillies can say that about a flag I can say that about my Dad's family- Uncles and such who my Dad said told him the horror stories of being in the U.S. looking for a job pre depression)