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SirKenin -> Gotta love the Irish. (3/6/2006 7:32:45 PM)
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>>> An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor. The doctor after the
>>>examination,
>>>sighed and said, "I've some bad news. You have cancer,
>>>and you'd best put your affairs in order."
>>>
>>>O'Malley was shocked, but managed to compose himself and walk 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 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 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 his friends they were drinking to his impending end. "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,
>>>"Dad, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told
>>>your friends you were dying of AIDS."
>>>
>>> O'Malley said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your Mother
>>>after I'm gone."
>>>
>>>Gotta love the Irish.
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