B*tches to the End
This funny story was sent to me by Gerald for the Friday Funnies. Thanks Gerald! Keep them coming! :D
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, "I've got some badnews. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order."
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into thewaiting room where her daughter had been waiting.
"Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and wecelebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren'twell. 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. Therewere some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached bysome of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the twowere 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 ahasty 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 toldyour friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that?"
"Because I don't want any of those b*tches sleeping with your fatherafter I'm gone."
And THAT, my friends, is what is called, "Putting Your Affairs In Order."
