Old Man Larson was on his deathbed. With only hours left to live, he suddenly noticed the scent of chocolate chip cookies coming from the kitchen. With dwindling energy, the old man pulled himself out of bed and hobbled across the floor and then down the stairs to the kitchen. There he discovered that his wife was taking a tray of chocolate cookies from the oven. With his last ounce of energy, the old man reached for a cookie. His wife quickly smacked him across the back of his hand and exclaimed, "What's wrong with you? Don't you know they're for after the funeral?
posted by Unknown at 5/12/2005 08:24:00 AM
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As a chocolatephile, a neuologism that dictionary.com does not recognize, I can understand the magnetism of the aroma of the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that pulled the poor dying man to the kitchen for one last taste.
I thought to myself, "Good for him! Expending his last energy for a worthy cause."
It was very disheartening to hear the harshness of his wife. A true soul-mate would have given him some.
As a chocolatephile, a neuologism that dictionary.com does not recognize, I can understand the magnetism of the aroma of the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that pulled the poor dying man to the kitchen for one last taste.
I thought to myself, "Good for him! Expending his last energy for a worthy cause."
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