A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie 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 on 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 he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral.
😆
That will be me someday.
mAmA

funny, my deaths door will be a yager in my left hand ,and my dick in my right hand ,with my loving devoting wife,s finger in my ass,screaming in my ear (YOU LIKE THAT SHIT GOD DAMNIT,,,,, 😆 😆 😆 ...
vioguez wrote: funny, my deaths door will be a yager in my left hand ,and my dick in my right hand ,with my loving devoting wife,s finger in my ass,screaming in my (YOU LIKE THAT SHIT GOD DAMNIT,,,,, 😆 😆 😆 ...
Looks like he found DM's , key 😛
LOL
mAmA

Straight jackets are cheap, and the meds do wonders :peace_v:
i think like that sober,its better when im on a drinking bing. 😆
