dont touch

GoneShootin

An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies
of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite
chocolate chip cookies 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 labored 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 there, spread out upon waxed
paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite
chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of
heroic love from his devoted Irish 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,
the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly
bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled on its
way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked
with a spatula by his wife......









"Fu@k off" she said, "they're for the funeral."

Sauron

Meanie:eek:
good one

Sposs

de5p0i1er

Sound right theres always a load of food at those things and you can't touch it until someone gives the go ahead.