RazMan
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| posted on 10/9/07 at 05:11 PM |
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Aussie Love Story
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite Anzac bikkies
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 here literally hundreds of his favourite Anzac bickies. 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 rumpled 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.
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'F#ck off' she said, 'they're for the funeral.'
Cheers,
Raz
When thinking outside the box doesn't work any more, it's time to build a new box
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Alex B
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| posted on 12/9/07 at 09:29 PM |
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Cracker
Alex
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jacko
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| posted on 13/9/07 at 08:15 PM |
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Petemate
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| posted on 13/9/07 at 10:16 PM |
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That is SOOO funny - tears down me cheeks....
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DIY Si
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| posted on 14/9/07 at 08:28 AM |
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He was Irish last time I red that! 
“Let your plans be dark and as impenetratable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
Sun Tzu, The Art of War
My new blog: http://spritecave.blogspot.co.uk/
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