Patrick The Irishman

Patrick the Irishman

An Irishman named Patrick had been sick for a while and decided eventually to visit his doctor.

After a long examination and a few tests his doctor looked Patrick in the eye, and said, “Aim afraid I have some bad new for ye. You have Cancer, and it can’t be cured. I’d give you About two weeks to a month to live.”

Patrick was a man of solid character and though he was shocked and saddened by the news, he dare not show it. He pulled himself together and walked from the doctor’s office into the waiting room. There, he was his son who had been waiting. Patrick said, “Well son, you should know that we Irish
celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things are bad. In this case, things are bad. I have cancer,  and I’ve only a short time to live. Let’s head for the pub and have a few pints of beer.”

After three or four pints of beer, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and a few more beers. They were eventually approached by some of Patricks old mates who asked what the two were obviously celebrating with all these beers. Patrick told them that the Irish celebrate the good and the bad. He went on to tell them that they were drinking beer to his impending end. He told his mates, “I’ve got only few weeks to live as I have been diagnosed with AIDS.”

The mates gave Patrick their condolences, and they had a couple more beers.

Later after his friends left, Patrick’s son leaned over and whispered his confusion. “Dad. I though you said that you were dying from cancer??? You just told your mates that you were dying from AIDS!”

Patrick said, “I am dying of cancer, son. I just don’t want any of them sleeping with your mother after I’m gone.”

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