Unco Boboy went to his doctor after a long illness.
Da docta, afta one long exam, sighed and looked at Unco Boboy in da maka and said, “I’ve some bad news for you. You have cancer, and it can’t be cured. You betta put your affairs in order.”
Unco Boboy was shocked and sad. But, being of solid character, he managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor’s office into the waiting room to his son Sonny who had been waiting.
Unco Boboy said, “Well son, us locals celebrate wen things are good, and we celebrate when things not so good too. In dis case, things aren’t so good. I have cancer. Us go Club HubbaHubba and have a few drinks.”
After 3 or 4 drink, the two were feeling a little less sad. There were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by some of Unco Boboy’s friends who asked what the two were celebrating.
Unco told them dat Locals celebrate the good and the bad. He went on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending demise, pretty most he going makidiedead. He told his friends, “I have been diagnosed with AIDS.”
The friends gave Unco their condolences, and they had a couple more beers.
After his friends left, Sonny leaned over and whispered in confusion. Dad, I thought you said dat you stay dying from cancer? You just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!”
Unco Boboy said, “I no like dem sleeping with yo’ mahdah afta I maki!”
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