An Irish Catholic walks into a pub on the Shankill, sits downs and starts to make conversation with a man at the next table.
“Want to hear the world’s worst Orangeman Joke?” he says.
“Aye, but before you tell it, let me tell you something. See those two bikers over there by the door, those tough-looking boys? They’re Orangemen. And the two fellas with the tattoos playing snooker? They’re Orangemen too! The barman?? An Orangeman!! And one more thing, sonny, I’m an Orangeman as well!!! Now….. do you still want to tell that joke?
” “God no!”, replies the Catholic guy, “I don’t want to have to explain it six times!”