Phil Hall
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Registered: 28th Sep 01
Location: Belfast
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I think I may have posted this before but it gave me a laugh again this morning.
>Chocolate Chip Cookies
> >
> > 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......
> > " F @ # k off" she said, "they're for the funeral."
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