Poor Uncle Joe was dying. No doubt about it. He’d been in bed for days, getting weaker and weaker. Family “sat” with him around the clock. Cousin Frank who’d been sitting for hours, finally just had to slip out to the bathroom. Uncle Joe opened his eyes for the first time in days. He smelled apple pie. He was hungry!! He just had to have some pie.
“Sally. Sally” No answer. That pie was calling him. With his last strength, he slid out of bed, so weak he melted to the floor. Creeping on hands and knees, he finally made it down the long hall to the kitchen. As he pulled up to the table and reached for the pie, Aunt Sally turned and smacked his hand, “Leave that alone, you old goat! That’s for the funeral!”
Oh my gosh, I just laughed and gasped at the same time! Would that be called a “lasp”? Hahaha!
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Yeah, I am a real sicko for posting this.
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It’s hilarious!
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say it ain’t so . . . please!
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Just so you know, this is just a joke, not a family story.
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could have been either! hahaha! love Michele
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OMG!!!
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So funny. Should have seen it coming. Keep ‘em ‘ coming.
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Okay!
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Not too ashamed that I laughed.
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Well. I posted, so you don’t have to be ashamed in front of me.
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Did that really happen? That’s messed up!!!!
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No, but it was sick!
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Oh snap!
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It was cold, wasn’t it.
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Sick humor Linda. Liked it tho!
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Bet you laughed out loud! I did.
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That got me !
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Aw……….. shame!
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Wow! Hysterical.
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I agree!
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