To: Dealer who wrote (4087 ) 9/27/2000 9:56:22 PM From: T L Comiskey Respond to of 65232 Subject: Luck o the Irish > >: 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. I'd give you two weeks to a month to live." >: O'Malley was shocked and saddened by the news, but of solid character. >He >: managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into the >: waiting room. There, he saw 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, >and >: I've been given a short time to live. 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've only got a few weeks to live as 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 though you said that you were dying from cancer??? >You >: just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!" >: O'Malley said, "I am dying of cancer, son. I just don't want any of >them >: sleeping with your mother after I'm gone." >: >