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bossman3961
Sat 21 Oct, 2006

Those Irish People Are Smart
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Those Irish People Are Smart <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
The doctor,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> after an examination,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> sighed and said,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"I've some bad<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
news.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> You have cancer,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> and you'd best put your affairs in order.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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O'Malley was shocked,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> but managed to compose himself and walk into<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
the waiting room,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> where his son had been waiting.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"Well son,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> we Irish celebrate when things are good,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> and we celebrate<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
when things don't go well.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> In this case,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> things aren't well.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I have<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
cancer.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> Let's head to the pub and have a few pints.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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After 3 or 4 pints,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> the two were feeling a little less somber.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> There<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
were some laughs and more beers.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> They were eventually approached by<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
some of O'Malley's old friends,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> who were curious as to what the two were<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
celebrating.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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O'Malley told his friends they were drinking to his impending end.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"I have been diagnosed with AIDS.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> The friends gave O'Malley their<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
condolences,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> and they had a couple of more beers.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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After the friends left,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"Dad,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I thought you said you were dying of cancer,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> and you just told<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
your friends you were dying of AIDS.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b><b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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O'Malley said,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"I don't want any of them sleeping with your Mother<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
after I'm gone.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>"<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
