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 a solid character, he
managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office 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 so well. I have
cancer. Lets head to the pub and have a few pints.
After 3 or 4 pints, or more, the two were feeling a little less
somber.
There were some laughs and some 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 them that the Irish celebrate the good as well as the
bad.
He went on to tell his friends 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 of
more beers.
After the friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered his
confusion. "Dad, I thought you told me that you were dying of cancer,
and you just told your friends that you were dying of AIDS!"
O'Malley said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your Mother
after I am gone."
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