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Sardar's Cancer

Santa Singh went to his doctor after a long illness. The doctor, after a
lengthy examination, sighed and looked Santa
Singh in the eye and said, "I've some bad news for you... you have cancer
and it can't be cured. I'd give you two weeks to
a month." 
Santa Singh, shocked and saddened by the news, but of solid character,
managed to compose himself and walk from the
doctor's office into the waiting room. There he saw his son who had been
waiting. 
Santa Singh said, "Puttar, we Surds celebrate when things are good and
celebrate when things don't go so well. In this
case, things aren't so well. I have cancer and I've been given a short
time to live. 
Let's head for the pub and have a few pints." After three or four pints,
the two were feeling a little less somber. There
were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by some
of Santa Singh's old friends who asked what the
two were celebrating. Santa Singh told them that the Surds 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've only
got few weeks to live as I have been diagnosed
with AIDS." 
The friends gave Santa Singh their condolences and they had a couple more
beers. 
After his friends left, Santa Singh'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!" 
Santa Singh said, " I am dying from cancer, puttar. I just don't want any
of them around your mother after I'm gone." 


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