Jesus and the Scouser
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> An Australian, an Irishman and a Scouser are in a bar.
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> They're staring at another man sitting on his own at a table in the
> corner. He's so familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad.
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> They stare and stare, until suddenly the Irishman twigs: "My God, it's
> Jesus!" Sure enough, it is Jesus, nursing a pint.
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> Thrilled, they send him over a pint of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a
> pint of bitter. Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men,
> and drinks the pints slowly, one after another. After he's finished the
> drinks, Jesus approaches the trio.
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> He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking him for
> the Guinness. When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement:
> "My God! The arthritis I've had for 30 years is gone. It's a miracle!"
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> Jesus then shakes the Aussie's hand, thanking him for the lager. As he
> lets go, the man's eyes widen in shock. "Strewth mate, the bad back I've
> had all my life is completely gone! It's a miracle."
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> Jesus then approaches the Scouser who knocks over a chair and a table in
> trying to get away from the Son of God. "What's wrong?" says Jesus.
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> The Scouser shouts, "F*** off, I'm on disability benefit!"
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