Putting Your Affairs in Order
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:17 pm
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said,
'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd
best put your affairs in order.'
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself
and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been
waiting.
Well ,daughter, we women celebrate when things are good,
and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case,
things aren't well. I have cancer. Let's head to the club and
have a martini.
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber.
There were some laughs and more martinis. They were
eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends,
who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking to her
impending end. I've been diagnosed with AIDS. The
friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences
and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and
whispered, Momma, I thought you said you were dying of
cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS!
Why did you do that??
Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father
after I'm gone.
And THAT, my friends, is what is called,
'Putting Your Affairs in Order"
'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd
best put your affairs in order.'
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself
and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been
waiting.
Well ,daughter, we women celebrate when things are good,
and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case,
things aren't well. I have cancer. Let's head to the club and
have a martini.
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber.
There were some laughs and more martinis. They were
eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends,
who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking to her
impending end. I've been diagnosed with AIDS. The
friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences
and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and
whispered, Momma, I thought you said you were dying of
cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS!
Why did you do that??
Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father
after I'm gone.
And THAT, my friends, is what is called,
'Putting Your Affairs in Order"