This is my grandmothers favorite joke, as evidenced by the two minutes
it took her to stop laughing long enough to deliver the punch line. She got
it from her mother, Nellie Creed Hyde.

Two english ladies were discussing their vacation plans on a London
street corner near an irish lady.

Were planning a lovely holiday in Devon this year, said one.

Oh you oughtnt to do that, said the other, there are Irish there!
It would be awful.

Dear me! said the first lady. Well where are you going?

Salisbury, she replied.

But Salisbury is simply crawling with Irish! the first objected.

At this point the Irish lady could no longer hold her tongue.
Why dont ye go t hell, she suggested. There be no Irish there!