Because I am part Irish, I get alot of Irish jokes in my email from good friends that love to give me a hard time. Here is the latest with thanks, again, to Athanasius:
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. Lets 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 am gone."