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Date Posted: Mon, Jun 12 2000, 0:42:49
Author: steve
Subject: Chocolate chip cookies!!




An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, 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 forced himself down the stairs, gripping the

railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.



With laboured breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into the

kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself

already in heaven: 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 wife, 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: 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...









"Fuck off you greedy old twat" she said, "they're for the funeral."

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