Friday, June 17, 2005


An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after a

long illness. The doctor 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 but being a solid character, he

managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's

office into the waiting room, where his son was


"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. 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 some more beers.

They were eventually approached by some of O'Malley's

friends, who were curious as to what the two were

celebrating. O'Malley told them 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."

You gotta love the Irish


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