Murphy
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. 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 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."
