Joke of the day
Jake was dying.
His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side.
She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face.
Her praying roused him from his slumber.
He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. “Becky my
darling,” he whispered.
“Hush my love,” she said. “Rest, don’t talk.”
He was insistent.
“Becky,” he said in his tired voice, “I have something that I must confess.
“There’s nothing to confess,” replied the weeping Becky, “everything’s
all right, go to sleep.”
“No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I… I slept with your sister,
your best friend, and your mother!”
“I know, my sweet one” whispered Becky, “that’s why I poisoned you.”
(via Nikki Hirsh)
Posted June 16, 2009 at 2:38pm
