An Irishman and a Mormon are seated next to each other on a plane…
The flight attendant asks if they’d like anything to drink. The Irishman says “I’ll have a double shot of Jameson, and one for my new friend here.”
“No no no,” says the Mormon. “I would rather be sodomized by a dozen disease-infested whores than to let alcohol touch my lips.”
The flight attendant blushes and turns away before the Irishman interjects, “forget the whiskey—I didn’t realize that was an option.”