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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