A woman went to her 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.'

>>>

>>> 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. 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 and gave the woman their condolences.

>>>

>>> 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.'

>>>

>>> The woman said, 'I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your

>>> father

>>> after I'm gone.' That's 'Putting Your Affairs In Order.

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