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 the 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. Where
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
his confusion. "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."