by theory on Tue Aug 28, 2012 3:35 pm
by Moonpaths on Wed Aug 29, 2012 12:15 am
by Andrew W on Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:55 am
by Rainer Frilund on Wed Sep 19, 2012 1:25 pm
Andrew W wrote:My best friend died of heartburn yesterday.
Poor Gav is gone.
by Nizzy on Sat Nov 10, 2012 10:30 pm
by spider on Sat Nov 10, 2012 10:34 pm
Damn, I thought you was talking about Billy.Nizzy wrote:Auld Bob lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite scones 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 the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite scones.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from Elsie, his devoted Scottish 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 scone at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a wooden spoon, angrily brandished by his wife...
"Fuck off, you!" said Elsie.
"They're for the funeral."
by boneidol on Wed Nov 21, 2012 10:13 pm
by ashhead on Thu Nov 29, 2012 5:55 pm
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