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Hemi Cuda

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<> An Irishman named Paddy Devine 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."

Paddy Devine 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 Paddy Devine's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.

Paddy Devine told his friends they were drinking to his impending end. "I have been diagnosed with AIDS."

The friends gave Devine their condolences, and they had a couple of more beers.

After the friends left, Devine'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."

Paddy Devine said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your Mother after I'm gone."
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