AP Panther Fan
11-15-2005, 05:37 PM
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
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 three or four 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 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 know. I don't want any of them sleeping with your mother
after I'm gone."
Gotta love the Irish!
examination, sighed and said, "I've some bad news. You have cancer and
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 three or four 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 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 know. I don't want any of them sleeping with your mother
after I'm gone."
Gotta love the Irish!