Irishman named Murphy went to his doctor after a long illness. The
after a lengthy examination, sighed and looked Murphy in the eye and
"I've some bad news for you ... you have cancer and it can't be cured.
give you two weeks to
a month." Murphy shocked and saddened by the news, but of solid
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
when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't so well. I
cancer and I've been given a short time to live. Let's head for the
have a few pints."
After three or four pints 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
to tell them that they were drinking to his impending end and said,
only got a few weeks to live, boys, as I have been diagnosed with
The friends gave Murphy their condolences and they had a couple more
After his friends left, Murphy's son leaned over and whispered his
"Dad I thought you said that you were dying from cancer...? You just
your friends that you were dying from AIDS?"
Murphy said, " I AM dying from cancer son, I just don't want any of
bums sleeping with your mother after I'm gone."