Tommy had a few too many at a party and while driving home, he was pulled over by the Gardai.

 

Noting Tommys erratic driving, the Gardai immediately breathalysed him. As they were preparing to book him, there was a terrible accident on the opposite side of the road. The Gardai were immediately distracted by the other incident and decided to take care of more important matters.

 

Tommy, figuring that the Guardai weren't coming back to him, drove home and went to bed. He was awakened in the morning by a knock at the front door, and was greeted by two Guardai.

 

"Are you Mr Tommy Murphy?" they asked?

 

Tommy nodded his head.

 

"Were you pulled over in Church Street last night for driving under the influence?"

 

Again, the Tommy nervously nodded his head. "And what did you do then?" they asked.

 

Tommy replied that he drove his car home and went to bed.

 

"Where is your car now?" the Guards enquired.

 

Tommy told them that it was in the garage.

 

"May we see the car?" asked the Gardai.

 

Tommy answered, "Sure," and opened the garage. Inside the garage was the Guardai squad car.



It's life Jim, but not as WE know it.
Live long and prosper.