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There's an Irishman, an Australian and a chav sat in a pub.
They see a familiar figure sat over by himself. They can't remember who he is, and are getting suitably annoyed, until eventually one of them recognises him: it's Jesus!
Being the good-natured people that they are, the chav was obviously on ecstasy or something, they buy him a pint of Guiness, a pint of Fosters, and a pint of Carling. After all, he is the son of God.
Jesus drinks them all slowly, and when he's done gets up and walks over to the three blokes to thank them.
First off he shakes the hand of the Irishman, and says "Thank you my son".
"Well Oi never!" exclaims Paddy. "Moi arthritis that Oi've had for turty yeurs has been cured! Tank you, Jasus".
Jesus then turns to the Aussie, and does the same to him.
"Strewth! My bad back has been cured! Nice one, Jesus!"
Finally, Jesus turns towards the chav, only to be met with the chav retreating hastily.
"What's wrong, my son?" Asks Jesus.
"F-off!" Replies the chav. "I'm on disability!"
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