Good News

A man gets a phone call at home from his doctor, with whom he had a routine checkup the day before.


Doctor: "Hey John, I need you to come in and see me tomorrow as soon as you can."


John: "All right, I'll come to your office first thing."


The next morning, John meets with his doctor and is told by him, "I'm afraid I have some good news, and some bad news."


John says, "What is it?"


Doc: "The tests we performed on you the other day have revealed that you've got a terminal illness, a type of cancer. You've only got about 6 months to a year to live. I'm very sorry."


"Oh my god!" John exclaims. He is of course shocked, but after a long pause manages to ask: "Well, what is the good news?"


The doctor takes him over to a door which leads into the lobby area. He cracks it open a little and says: "You see that new blonde, buxom receptionist over there?"


"Yes, I see her." says John.


Doc: "I'm fuckin 'er!"