I receieved this in the mail and thought you guy's would get a laugh ot of it!
An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor to determine the source
of his malady. 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's very bad. 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." His son's eyebrows
raised and he opened his mouth, but O'Malley raised his finger and the
frown on his face stifled what his son had planned to say. 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."
The Irish - you gotta love em...........
