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An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor.
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and
said, "I've some bad news.
You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs
in order." O'Malley was shocked, but managed to compose
himself and walk into The waiting room, where his son had been
waiting. "Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good and we celebrate
when things don't go well.
In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer.
Let's head to the pub and have a few pints."
After 3 or 4 pints, the two were feeling a
little less somber. There were some laughs and more beers. They were
eventually approached by some of O'Malley's old friends, who were curious
as to what the two were celebrating. O'Malley told his friends they were
drinking to his impending end.
"I have been diagnosed with AIDS. "The friends
gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a couple of more
beers.
After the friends left, O'Malley's son leaned
over and whispered, "Dad, I thought you said you were dying of
cancer, and you just told Your friends you were dying of AIDS."
O'Malley said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your
Mother after I'm gone."
-- Gotta love the Irish
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and
said, "I've some bad news.
You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs
in order." O'Malley was shocked, but managed to compose
himself and walk into The waiting room, where his son had been
waiting. "Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good and we celebrate
when things don't go well.
In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer.
Let's head to the pub and have a few pints."
After 3 or 4 pints, the two were feeling a
little less somber. There were some laughs and more beers. They were
eventually approached by some of O'Malley's old friends, who were curious
as to what the two were celebrating. O'Malley told his friends they were
drinking to his impending end.
"I have been diagnosed with AIDS. "The friends
gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a couple of more
beers.
After the friends left, O'Malley's son leaned
over and whispered, "Dad, I thought you said you were dying of
cancer, and you just told Your friends you were dying of AIDS."
O'Malley said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your
Mother after I'm gone."
-- Gotta love the Irish
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