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09-17-2007 02:18 PM
Snair hahaha
09-17-2007 02:07 PM
Slickpitt lol
09-17-2007 01:09 PM
walker haha.. thats fucked up..
09-16-2007 11:15 PM
Firehawk nice.
09-16-2007 11:05 PM
rinn haha!

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09-16-2007 07:36 PM
gsxcorey omg....that is awesome! LOL didn't see that one coming. He should put her in her grave right there for that LOL
09-16-2007 06:48 PM
Biga
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Originally Posted by R4Ltony View Post
Reread it dude..

:kick < - Tony

She still did not let him have the cookie
09-16-2007 06:18 PM
valerossi
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They must have been married for a long time
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Originally Posted by R4Ltony View Post
Reread it dude..
:pwnd
09-16-2007 05:55 PM
R4Ltony
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They must have been married for a long time
Reread it dude..
09-15-2007 10:50 PM
Biga They must have been married for a long time
09-15-2007 10:44 PM
valerossi Damn...
09-15-2007 09:48 PM
DSMPILOT Oh man, thats messed up
09-15-2007 09:41 PM
eveR1ast thats just wrong, lol
09-15-2007 09:34 PM
shagzomatic
09-15-2007 08:52 PM
Warp Racer
Death Cookies

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite biscuits 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 death's 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 biscuits, freshly baked. Was it heaven? Or was it 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 crumpled posture. His aged and withered hand trembled towards a biscuit at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a spatula.............




"F#ck off" she said, "they're for the funeral."


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