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
so n 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'M alley 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."