Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Women are flexible

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 witches

sleeping with your father after I'm gone."

And THAT, my friends, is what is called,

"Putting Your Affairs In Order."


Women are angels, but, when someone breaks their wings,

they simply continue to fly on their broomsticks.

They are flexible like that.

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