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 sombre. 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 shagging your Mother after I'm gone.'
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