Only a woman would think of this:
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,' she said, 'we women celebrate when things are good,
and we celebrate when things don't go well. In this case, things
aren't well.
I have cancer. Let's head to the club and have a martini.'
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 have been
diagnosed with AIDS.'
The friends gave the woman their condolences, and they had a couple of
more martinis.
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.'