leeshez
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> Smart Irishman
>
>
> An Irishman named Murphy went to his doctor after a long illness. The
> doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighed and looked Murphy in the
eye
> and said, "I've some bad news for you... you have cancer and it can't
be
> cured. I'd give you two weeks to a month." Murphy, shocked and
saddened by
> the news, but of solid character, managed to compose himself and walk
from
> the doctor's office into the waiting room. There he saw his son who
had
> been waiting.
>
> Murphy said, "Son, we Irish celebrate when things are good and
celebrate
> when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't so well. I
have
> cancer and I've been given a short time to live. Let's head for the
pub
> and have a few pints."
>
> After three or four pints the two were feeling a little less somber.
There
> were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by
some
> of Murphy's old friends who asked what the two were celebrating.
>
> Murphy told them that the Irish celebrate the good and the bad... he
went
> on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending end. He told
his
> friends, "I've only got a few weeks to live as I have been diagnosed
with
> AIDS." The friends gave Murphy their condolences and they had a
couple
> more beers.
>
> After his friends left, Murphy's son leaned over and whispered, "Dad,
I
> thought you said that you were dying from cancer. You just told your
> friends that you were dying from AIDS!" Murphy said,"I am dying from
> cancer, son, I just don't want any of them sleeping with your mother
after
> I'm gone."
>
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