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padi56 · 17 August 2005, 08:49 PM

An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed.
While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled
the aroma of his favourite cheese scones 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 laboured breath, he leaned
against the door frame and gazed into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already
in heaven, for here, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table
were dozens of his favourite cheese scones.
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 toward the table,
landing on his knees in a rumpled posture
His parched lips parted, he could almost taste the cheese scone
before it was in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to the nearest scone
at the edge of the table, when his hand was suddenly smacked with a
spatula by his wife..
.
"Bugger off! "she said, "they're for the funeral!"

AJC · 17 August 2005, 09:00 PM

The old bitch.

JJ Irani · 18 August 2005, 05:23 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by AJC

The old bitch.

LOL! You can say that again, Aaron.

Sam · 18 August 2005, 07:47 AM

Good one!

Rockrolex · 18 August 2005, 10:54 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by AJC

The old bitch.

She's Irish. Doesn't that say it all?

17 August 2005, 08:49 PM	#1
padi56 "TRF" Life Patron Join Date: Jun 2005 Real Name: Peter Location: Llanfairpwllgwyng Watch: ing you. Posts: 53,063	An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite cheese scones 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 laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame and gazed into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for here, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were dozens of his favourite cheese scones. 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 toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture His parched lips parted, he could almost taste the cheese scone before it was in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to the nearest scone at the edge of the table, when his hand was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.. . "Bugger off! "she said, "they're for the funeral!" __________________ ICom Pro3 All posts are my own opinion and my opinion only. "The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop. Now is the only time you actually own the time, Place no faith in time, for the clock may soon be still for ever." Good Judgement comes from experience,experience comes from Bad Judgement,.Buy quality, cry once; buy cheap, cry again and again. www.mc0yad.club Second in command CEO and left handed watch winder

17 August 2005, 09:00 PM	#2
AJC Member Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Australia Posts: 1,878	The old bitch.

18 August 2005, 07:47 AM	#4
Sam Member Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Texas Watch: Yes...too many!!! Posts: 426	Good one!

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