'Two Irishmen (they were brothers) were trying to move to Australia. When they first arrived they went to the immigration department to obtain working visas. When they got to the office, they were called one at a time.
The first of the brothers went in, and came out ten minutes later holding his papers. "It's easy!" he told his brother, and sat down smiling as his brother entered the room. Once in the room, the immigration office worker asked him: "So what can you contribute to Australia?"
"Well," he replied "I cut turf back home, so I can obviously do that here too.
"I'm sorry" the man replied "but we don't have a turf cutting industry in Australia. I'm afraid I can't give you a visa.
"But you gave my brother one!"
"Yes, but your brother is a pilot."
"Well how the fuck can he pile it if I don't cut it?!?!?"
Teasing both sides of myself there, blood and birthplace...
