I carve and letter tombstones for a living....

Just a joke fer y'all
An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor. The doctor, after an
> examination, sighed and said, "I've some bad news. You have cancer, and
> you'd best put your affairs in order."
>
> O'Malley was shocked, but managed to compose himself and walk into the
> waiting room, where his son had been waiting.
>
> "Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when
> things don't go well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer.
Let's
> head to 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 were curious as to what the two were
> celebrating.
>
> O'Malley told his friends they were drinking to his impending end. "I have
> been diagnosed with AIDS." The friends gave O'Malley their condolences,
and
> they had a couple of more beers.
>
> After the friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered, "Dad, I
> thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends
> you were dying of AIDS."
>
> O'Malley said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your Mother after
I'm
> gone."
The Po' Boy, Back in the Day....Me on the Right....don't be askeered