The Dying Irishman

[Navy6064]

The Dying 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. 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

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."

[MRoss83]

lol, that's kinda messed up!