crap
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, Ive got some bad news.
You have cancer, and youd 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 dont go so well. In this case, things arent well. I have cancer.
So, lets 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 womans old friends,
who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, Ive been diagnosed
with AIDS. The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences
and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the womans 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 dont want any of those b!tches sleeping with your father after Im gone.
And THAT, my friends, is what is called, Putting Your Affairs In Order.
Cobra, cobra, cobra!