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« Never the Full Story | Main | NBC Thursday » May 20, 2004 Hell Hath No Fury Normally, I don't post emailed jokes, but I like this one from my step-mom. 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 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, her best friend and your mother!" "I know, my sweet one" whispered Becky, "let the poison work." Posted by Adam H at May 20, 2004 02:35 PM ~ Link Cosmos | Trackbacks (1) Just A Girl linked with Freshly Blogrolled Comments Ha! I'll have to repeat this one to a bunch of people. Posted by: Sandra from Florida at May 20, 2004 09:49 PM funny!! Posted by: yayaempress at May 21, 2004 09:03 AM Oh, that was a good one! And so true,,,, Posted by: Michele at May 21, 2004 01:41 PM Just letting you know that I'm stealing this one and spreading it around.... Posted by: lark at May 30, 2004 09:05 PM Post a comment Name: Email Address: URL: Remember personal info? YesNo Comments:

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