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Chat Area => General Discussion Area => Topic started by: hotel21 on 11 December 2007, 22:20:44
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An elderly Scotsman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite cheese
scones wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength,and
lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his
way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing
with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the
kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself
already in heaven, for here, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen
table were dozens of his favourite cheese scones.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted
Kirkcaldy wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy
man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the
table,landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted,
he could almost taste the cheese scone before it was in his mouth,
seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled
on its way to the nearest scone at the edge of the table, when his hand
was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife...
"F*** off" she said, "they're for the funeral!!"
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My wife is a massive scone fan and both sides of her mouth moved upwards when she read that post - even though she tried not to laugh at OOF humour ;D
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My wife is a massive scone fan and both sides of her mouth moved upwards when she read that post - even though she tried not to laugh at OOF humour ;D
Result!!
Seeing as how I'm a hereditory Langtonian..... ;)
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Either that, or she can fortell the future and reading the pension payout...... :'(
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;D ;D that's the sort of thing my wife would do
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that kind of wife ...too many .. ;D
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terminally-ill man was told by his doctors that he will not make it past the night and let him go home to die in dignity. As he lies in bed, his wife lies next to him reading a magazine. As she switched-off the light and turns to sleep, the man cuddles up to her, and asks for one last roll-in-the-hay. The woman truns back to him, switches on the light, and says 'If all good and well for you, but it is nearly midnight and I am very tired having been working around the house all day long. Now you don't have to wake up early tomorrow morning, but me....'
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terminally-ill man was told by his doctors that he will not make it past the night and let him go home to die in dignity. As he lies in bed, his wife lies next to him reading a magazine. As she switched-off the light and turns to sleep, the man cuddles up to her, and asks for one last roll-in-the-hay. The woman truns back to him, switches on the light, and says 'If all good and well for you, but it is nearly midnight and I am very tired having been working around the house all day long. Now you don't have to wake up early tomorrow morning, but me....'
;D ;D ;D
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terminally-ill man was told by his doctors that he will not make it past the night and let him go home to die in dignity. As he lies in bed, his wife lies next to him reading a magazine. As she switched-off the light and turns to sleep, the man cuddles up to her, and asks for one last roll-in-the-hay. The woman truns back to him, switches on the light, and says 'If all good and well for you, but it is nearly midnight and I am very tired having been working around the house all day long. Now you don't have to wake up early tomorrow morning, but me....'
;D ;D ;D