Ya gotta love the Irish..

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by MooseJaw, Feb 7, 2003.

  1. MooseJaw

    MooseJaw NRA Lifer CLM

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    Feb 12, 2002
    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. Let's 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'm
    > gone."
    > You gotta love the Irish.