Ole Tom
Old Tom was nearing the end of his life. The doctors had tried their best but it was only a matter of time and the priest had said his farewells. He lay there alone in his bed and he could hear his wife busying herself in the kitchen. There then came the unmistakable aroma of chocolate éclairs.
They were his favorite. His calls went unanswered so he decided to try it for himself. He struggled out of his bed and crawled along the floor down the corridor to the kitchen. On the edge of the table he could see the éclairs on a plate. He struggled to reach them and as he did so there was a sudden crack across his knuckles with a heavy spoon.
"Get your hands off those, they're for your funeral."
I am addicted to brake fluid...don't worry I can STOP at anytime! 
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Originally Posted by Bawanna
