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.