Claycord – Talk About Whatever – Feb.21, 2025

Sorry aboit i firgot about that thank you for reminding me

Oh for crying out loud!
Here, I’ll do it for you.
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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 he managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor’s office into the hallway to his son who was waiting, O’Malley said, “Well son. We Irish drink when things are good, and we drink more when things don’t go so well… in this case, things aren’t so well…. I have cancer.
Let’s head for the pub and have a few pints.”

After 3 or 4 pints, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by some of O’Malley’s old friends who asked what the two were celebrating.

O’Malley told them that the Irish drink for the good times and the bad. He went on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending death. He told his friends, “I have been diagnosed with AIDS.”

The friends gave O’Malley their condolences, and they had a couple more beers. After his friends left, O’Malley’s son 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!”

O’Malley said “Yep but I don’t want any of them boinking your mother after I’m gone.”