MAINEVENT
12-28-2004, 08:38 AM
A Chicano named Rodriquez went to his doctor to determine the source of
>his sickness. The doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighed and
>looked Rodriquez in the eye and said," I've got some bad news for you.
>You have cancer, and it's very bad. You'd best put your affairs in order."
>
>Rodriquez was shocked and saddened. But, being of solid character, he
>managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into the
>waiting room.
>To his son who had been waiting, Rodriquez said, "Well son, we Chicanos
>celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go
>so well. In this case, things aren't so well. I have cancer. Let's head
>for the bar and have a few beers."
>
>After 3 or 4 beers, the two were feeling a little less somber. There
>were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by
>some of Rodriquez's old friends who asked what the two were
>celebrating. Rodriquez told them that Chicanos celebrate the good and
>the bad. He went on to tell them that they were drinking to his
>impending end. He told his friends, "I have been diagnosed with AIDS."
>
>His son's eyebrows raised and he opened his mouth, but Rodriquez raised
>his finger and the frown on his face stifled what his son had planned to say.
>The friends gave Rodriquez their condolences, and they had a couple
>more beers. After his friends left, Rodriquez's son leaned over and
>whispered his confusion. "Dad, I thought you said that you were dying from cancer?
>You just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!"
>
>Rodriquez said, " I know mijo, but I don't want any of those pendejos
>sleeping with your mother after I'm gone."
:D :D :D
>his sickness. The doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighed and
>looked Rodriquez in the eye and said," I've got some bad news for you.
>You have cancer, and it's very bad. You'd best put your affairs in order."
>
>Rodriquez was shocked and saddened. But, being of solid character, he
>managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into the
>waiting room.
>To his son who had been waiting, Rodriquez said, "Well son, we Chicanos
>celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go
>so well. In this case, things aren't so well. I have cancer. Let's head
>for the bar and have a few beers."
>
>After 3 or 4 beers, the two were feeling a little less somber. There
>were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by
>some of Rodriquez's old friends who asked what the two were
>celebrating. Rodriquez told them that Chicanos celebrate the good and
>the bad. He went on to tell them that they were drinking to his
>impending end. He told his friends, "I have been diagnosed with AIDS."
>
>His son's eyebrows raised and he opened his mouth, but Rodriquez raised
>his finger and the frown on his face stifled what his son had planned to say.
>The friends gave Rodriquez their condolences, and they had a couple
>more beers. After his friends left, Rodriquez's son leaned over and
>whispered his confusion. "Dad, I thought you said that you were dying from cancer?
>You just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!"
>
>Rodriquez said, " I know mijo, but I don't want any of those pendejos
>sleeping with your mother after I'm gone."
:D :D :D