byron
RIP
A very old man was on his deathbed. He was expected to die at any moment.
Suddenly his nostrils began to quiver.
"Chocolate chip cookies", he said in a reedy voice.
He struggled to sit up and then got out of bed.
Slowly and shakily he went down the stairs and into the kitchen.
His wife was putting the still-warm cookies on a plate.
He reached out and took one.
"UT !" she said as she slapped his hand, "They're for the funeral!"
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Suddenly his nostrils began to quiver.
"Chocolate chip cookies", he said in a reedy voice.
He struggled to sit up and then got out of bed.
Slowly and shakily he went down the stairs and into the kitchen.
His wife was putting the still-warm cookies on a plate.
He reached out and took one.
"UT !" she said as she slapped his hand, "They're for the funeral!"
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