There was an elderly man at home, upstairs, dying in bed.
He smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He
wanted one last cookie before he died. He fell out of bed, crawled to
the
landing, rolled down the stairs and crawled into the kitchen where his
wife
was busily baking cookies.
With his last remaining strength he crawled to the table and was just
barely
able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet. As he grasped a
warm,
moist chocolate chip cookie, his favorite kind, his wife suddenly
whacked
his hand with a spatula.
Gasping for breath, he asked her, "Why did you do that?"
"Those are for the funeral."
He smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He
wanted one last cookie before he died. He fell out of bed, crawled to
the
landing, rolled down the stairs and crawled into the kitchen where his
wife
was busily baking cookies.
With his last remaining strength he crawled to the table and was just
barely
able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet. As he grasped a
warm,
moist chocolate chip cookie, his favorite kind, his wife suddenly
whacked
his hand with a spatula.
Gasping for breath, he asked her, "Why did you do that?"
"Those are for the funeral."
funny
$EXY B!TCH on May 19, 2007 at 11:10
thats gay
kasey <3 amber on May 22, 2007 at 09:09
lol... thats is so mean!!
screwed over on May 24, 2007 at 09:47
that is horrible so cruel and evil dont you people have any respect?
idk on May 30, 2007 at 10:33
what a bitch
sarah on July 11, 2007 at 07:24
i'll cook da best meal for his funeral for sure!
dont forget to leave
ur car,house n money for my future use n so for my future
boyfriend.thx u lovely husband.rest in peace (;
ur car,house n money for my future use n so for my future
boyfriend.thx u lovely husband.rest in peace (;
claire on February 27, 2008 at 11:48
