Another Aussie Love Story

[Thommo]

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.

Leaning on 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 deaths 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 favourite chocolate chip cookies.

Was it heaven?

No, it was one final act of love from his devoted Aussie 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 rumpled posture. His aged and withered hand trembled towards a cookie at the edge of the table,

when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a spatula.......................

"P#$$ off" she said, "they're for the funeral."

 

[Tseay]

The problem is - its probably true.

Good one Thommo

 

[Ross]

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.

Leaning on 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 deaths 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 favourite chocolate chip cookies.

Was it heaven?

No, it was one final act of love from his devoted Aussie 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 rumpled posture. His aged and withered hand trembled towards a cookie at the edge of the table,

when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a spatula.......................

"P#$$ off" she said, "they're for the funeral."

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Thommo & anyone else who feels the need to post multiple jokes - Please tag them onto your first joke, or someone elses...
Having the latest threads list full of jokes, is no joke

cheers Ross

 

[FNQ Bunyip]

thank you ross

 

[AndrewQLD]

here, here. Too many joke threads and not enough brew threads.

 

[KoNG]

I dont mind the odd joke, but it does clog up my much used 'latest threads' column... (maybe jokes should be kept to brewing/beer related in some way?)

 

[pint of lager]

That joke is nonsense, what Aussie calls a biscuit a cookie? Especially a woman who has been married for 60 years, that makes her around 80. No way would my grandmother make cookies, she made jamdrops. The best jamdrops using homemade jam cooked in her wood fired fuel stove.