While my dad was an accomplished storyteller, he was terrible at telling a joke, even though he knew a million of them and had kissed the blarney stone. (I have photos) I could never understand why one skill wouldn't translate into another, but the fact remained, he was a poor joke teller. His stories would roll along with a comfortable ease that most people can't achieve with practice, but his jokes often fell flat even with forty years of retelling.
He had one that he told every St. Patrick's Day that bears repeating.
Pat and Mike get together to celebrate St. Patrick's Day and get good and drunk to commemorate to occasion. The next day, Mike wakes up to find himself in the hospital in a full body cast and Pat comes to see him. "What the feck happened to me?" Mike asks.
"Well, you and I were celebrating the day and you had a wee bit too much to drink," Pat explains. "Late in the evening, after many, many drinks, you went to the window and threw it open and took bets that you can fly around the bar."
"We were on the fourth floor!" Mike exclaims, "Why didn't you stop me?" he pleads.
"Stop you Hell!" Pat exclaims, "I was bettin' you could do it!"
P.S.- St. Patrick is credited with driving the serpents out of Ireland. What they don't tell you is that Ireland never had any serpents to begin with, other than the English, and even he couldn't drive them out.