Popeye
Well-known member
Did you hear about the dying man, laying in bed?
As he was taking his last few breaths, he smelled the aroma of the chocolate cookies being baked by his wife downstairs.
He had to have one last cookie before he would pass away.
He dragged his body out of bed, rolled down the stairs, crawled into the kitchen, and reached out. A trembling arm to grasp one final cookie, when he felt the sting of a spatula smack his hand. "Put that back", his wife said, "They're for the funeral."
As he was taking his last few breaths, he smelled the aroma of the chocolate cookies being baked by his wife downstairs.
He had to have one last cookie before he would pass away.
He dragged his body out of bed, rolled down the stairs, crawled into the kitchen, and reached out. A trembling arm to grasp one final cookie, when he felt the sting of a spatula smack his hand. "Put that back", his wife said, "They're for the funeral."
