Bitches 'til the End
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. So, 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'
Submitted by: Anonymous
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