> An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after a long illness. The
> doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighed and looked O'Malley in the
> eye
> and
> said, "I've some bad news for you. You have cancer, and it can't be
> cured.
> You'd best put your affairs in order."
>
> O'Malley was shocked and saddened. But, being of solid character, he
> managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into the
> waiting room. To
> his son who had been waiting, O'Malley said, "Well son, we Irish
> celebrate
> when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In
> this case, things aren't so well. I have cancer. Let's head for 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 asked what the two were celebrating.
>
> O'Malley told them that the Irish celebrate the good and the bad. He went
> on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending end. He told his
> friends, "I have been diagnosed with AIDS."
>
> The friends gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a couple more
> beers. After his friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered
> his
> confusion.
>
> "Dad, I thought you said that you were dying from cancer? You just told
> your friends that you were dying from AIDS!"
>
> O'Malley said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your mother after
> I'm gone." |
