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> >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."
> >
> >You gotta love the Irish!
> 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."
> >
> >You gotta love the Irish!
