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Post by Tye on Oct 26, 2005 15:58:04 GMT -5
A man is at a cardiolgist funeral...as the coffin goes into a giant heart to be cremated..the guy just starts to laugh hystericaly and everyones all disgusted and they ask the man for what reason on such a depressing occasion why is he laughing.....and he says oh i was just thinking of my own funeral you see im a proctologist
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Post by Woody Williams on Oct 26, 2005 19:30:18 GMT -5
GOOD OEN TYE..
Digger posted this over on the Excalibur forum..I about got down...
Death's Doorway
A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, 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.
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. There, spread out upon newspapers 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.
The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."
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Post by garyl on Oct 26, 2005 20:16:11 GMT -5
 ;D by no doubt a true story ;D 
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Post by Tye on Oct 27, 2005 10:08:00 GMT -5
GOOD OEN TYE.. Digger posted this over on the Excalibur forum..I about got down... Death's Doorway A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, 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. 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. There, spread out upon newspapers 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. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. "Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral." Yep I read that one over at the Excalibur Forum, his was funnier than mine, lol |
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Post by DEERTRACKS on Oct 27, 2005 11:31:26 GMT -5
Both are good ones.
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;D 
