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PUTTING AFFAIRS IN ORDER
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, "I've got some bad news Rita, you have terminal cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order."
Rita was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter Hannah had been waiting.
'Well, Hannah, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. It's confirmed, I have terminal cancer.
So, let's head to the club and have a champagne.'
After 3 or 4 champagnes, the two were feeling a little less sombre.
There were some laughs, tears and more champagne.
They were eventually approached by some of Rita's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
When confronted, Rita told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, "I've been diagnosed with AIDS", she said.
The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and made a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, Hannah leaned over and whispered,
"Mum, 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, dear daughters, is what is called, 'Putting Your Affairs In Order'."
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, "I've got some bad news Rita, you have terminal cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order."
Rita was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter Hannah had been waiting.
'Well, Hannah, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. It's confirmed, I have terminal cancer.
So, let's head to the club and have a champagne.'
After 3 or 4 champagnes, the two were feeling a little less sombre.
There were some laughs, tears and more champagne.
They were eventually approached by some of Rita's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
When confronted, Rita told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, "I've been diagnosed with AIDS", she said.
The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and made a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, Hannah leaned over and whispered,
"Mum, 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, dear daughters, is what is called, 'Putting Your Affairs In Order'."