A little paper bag was feeling unwell …

… so he took himself off to the doctor’s.

“Doctor, I don’t feel too good,” said the little paper bag.

“Hmm, you look OK to me,” said the Doctor, “but I’ll do a
blood test and see what that shows, come back and see me in
a couple of days.”

The little paper bag felt no better when he got back for
the results.

“What’s wrong with me?” asked the little paper bag.

“I’m afraid you are HIV positive!” said the doctor.

“No, I can’t be – I’m just a little paper bag!” said the
little paper bag.

“Have you been having unprotected sex?” asked the doctor.

“NO, I can’t do things like that – I’m just a little paper
bag!”

“Well have you been sharing needles with other intravenous
drug users?” asked the doctor.

“NO, I can’t do things like that – I’m just a little paper
bag!”

“Perhaps you’ve been abroad recently and required a jab or
a blood transfusion?” queried the doctor.

“NO, I don’t have a passport – I’m just a little paper bag!”

“Well”, said the doctor, “are you in a homosexual
relationship?”

“NO! I told you I can’t do things like that, I’m just a
little paper bag!”

“Then there can be only one explanation.” said the doctor

“Your mother must have been a carrier…”