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Subject:
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. 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."
"The Irish"....u gotta luv em.
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