MemphisVol
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Since we're on a theme...
An old man was laying on his death bed. With only hours to live, he suddenly caught a little scent of heaven- hot chocolate chip cookies. With his last bit of energy, he pulled himself out of his bed, across the floor to the stairs, and down the stairs to the kitchen. There, the old man found that his wife was indeed busy baking, and had just laid a fresh pan of cookies on the counter. To weak to even manage a word, instead, with his last ounce of strength, he levered himself on an elbow and reached a quavering claw for a cookie. When he was just a bare inch away, his wife, with the mysterious 6th sense of any good cookie baker, whirled around and smacked him across the back of his hand, exclaiming, "Leave those alone, damn-it, they're for the funeral!"
An old man was laying on his death bed. With only hours to live, he suddenly caught a little scent of heaven- hot chocolate chip cookies. With his last bit of energy, he pulled himself out of his bed, across the floor to the stairs, and down the stairs to the kitchen. There, the old man found that his wife was indeed busy baking, and had just laid a fresh pan of cookies on the counter. To weak to even manage a word, instead, with his last ounce of strength, he levered himself on an elbow and reached a quavering claw for a cookie. When he was just a bare inch away, his wife, with the mysterious 6th sense of any good cookie baker, whirled around and smacked him across the back of his hand, exclaiming, "Leave those alone, damn-it, they're for the funeral!"