Bcoffman Gray Ghost Prowler Junkie Posts: 2418 From: Marshall,Mo.65340 Registered: DEC 2002
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posted 10-22-2005 08:17 AM
> >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. >
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