How like home! ; )
So, anyhow . . .
This old, ill guy was on his deathbed, not expected to live more that a couple days at most.
As he laid ever so weakly in bed, struggling for every breath, he smelled the delightful fragrance of oatmeal-raisen cookies wafting up the stairs from his kitchen. These were his favorite cookies!
Oh, my dear, dear wife, the man thought. Knowing how ill I am she has decided to please me one last time with this lushious gift. How dear!
In spite of his weakness, he got up out of bed and with much effort made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen to enjoy one of the cookies! To his delight, they were spread out on every inch of the counter top to cool. He happily reached out to take one when, SMACK! His wife hit him with the back of her spatulah! "HEY," she exclaimed! "Those are for the funeral!"
This old, ill guy was on his deathbed, not expected to live more that a couple days at most.
As he laid ever so weakly in bed, struggling for every breath, he smelled the delightful fragrance of oatmeal-raisen cookies wafting up the stairs from his kitchen. These were his favorite cookies!
Oh, my dear, dear wife, the man thought. Knowing how ill I am she has decided to please me one last time with this lushious gift. How dear!
In spite of his weakness, he got up out of bed and with much effort made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen to enjoy one of the cookies! To his delight, they were spread out on every inch of the counter top to cool. He happily reached out to take one when, SMACK! His wife hit him with the back of her spatulah! "HEY," she exclaimed! "Those are for the funeral!"
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