An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after a long
The doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighed
O'Malley in the eye, and said, "I've some bad
news for you.
You have cancer, and it can't be cured. I'd give
weeks to a month to live."
O'Malley was shocked and saddened by the
news, but of solid
character. He managed to compose himself and
walk from the
doctor's office into the waiting room. There, he
saw his son
who had been waiting. O'Malley said, "Well son,
celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate
don't go so well. In this case, things aren't so
well. I have
and I've been given a short time to live. Let's head
pub and have a few pints."
After three or four pints, the two were feeling a
less somber. There were some laughs and more
beers. They were
eventually approached by some of O'Malley's old
asked what the two were celebrating. O'Malley
told them that
the Irish celebrate the good and the bad. He went
on to tell
them that they were drinking to his impending
end. He told
his friends, "I've only got a few weeks to live as I
been diagnosed with AIDS."
The friends gave O'Malley their condolences, and
they had a
couple more beers.
After his friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over
whispered his confusion. "Dad. I though you said
were dying from cancer??? You just told your
friends that you
were dying from AIDS!"
O'Malley said, "I am dying of cancer, son. I just
any of them sleeping with your mother after I'm