Published Jun 30, 2004
FranEMTnurse, CNA, LPN, EMT-I
3,619 Posts
An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after
a long illness. The doctor 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 but being a solid character, he
managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's
office into the waiting room, where his son was 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 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
friends, who were curious as to what the two were
celebrating.
O'Malley told them 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
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."