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A woman went to her 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.' 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 and gave the
woman their condolences. 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.' The
woman said, 'I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father
after I'm gone.' That's 'Putting Your Affairs In Order'
said, 'I've 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 and gave the
woman their condolences. 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.' The
woman said, 'I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father
after I'm gone.' That's 'Putting Your Affairs In Order'
