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[Jerry]

----- Scottish Cheese Scones

An elderly Scotsman 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, gazing
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
towards 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...





'F**ck off' she said, 'they're for the funeral!!'

[webbo]

THAT IS SOOOOOOO AWFUL, BUT I STILL LAUGHED!

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