Putting your affairs in order-Womens perspective!
Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 6:40 pm
> Bitches 'til the End !
>
> The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got 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. So, 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, gave the woman their condolences and beat
> a hasty 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 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, my friends, is what is called,
> 'Putting Your Affairs In Order.'
>
>
> THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...
>
>
>
> Women are like phones:
> They like to be held, talked to, and touched
> often.
> But push the wrong button and your ass is
> disconnected.
>
>
>
> The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got 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. So, 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, gave the woman their condolences and beat
> a hasty 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 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, my friends, is what is called,
> 'Putting Your Affairs In Order.'
>
>
> THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...
>
>
>
> Women are like phones:
> They like to be held, talked to, and touched
> often.
> But push the wrong button and your ass is
> disconnected.
>
>