A Irishman named OMalley went to his doctor. The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, Ive some bad news. You have cancer, and youd best put your affairs in order. OMalley 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 dont go well. In this case, things arent well. I have cancer. Lets 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 OMalleys old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating. OMalley told his friends they were drinking to his impending end. I have been diagnosed with AIDS. The friends gave OMalley their condolences, and they had a couple of more beers. After the friends left, OMalleys 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. OMalley said, I dont want any of them cunts, sleeping with your Mother after Im gone.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 13:04:57 +0000
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