guthmund

Bob was dying. His wife, Debra, had sat candlelight vigil for him since the doctors had announced that nothing more could be done. As he lay dying, Bob realized that Debra really had been the love of his life and as easy as it would be to keep hold of all his dirty little secrets, he knew that if anyone deserved to know his transgressions it should be his beloved wife.

"Debra, " he began, voice quivering with fear, "there's something I have to tell you."
"No, darling. You must keep your strength." Debra replied. "Whatever it is, it is of no matter and cannot possibly change anything. Just rest, darling, just rest."
"No, Debra." Bob took his wife's hand in both of his and looked deeply into her eyes. "I have a confession to make. I haven't been entirely faithful to you, dear."
"No, Bob, there's nothing to confess. Please just rest. You need your rest." Debra pulled a tissue from the nightstand and dabbed her eyes.
"Debra, I had improper relations with the maid, the children's nanny, your mother and both of your sisters, my sister-in-law and the lady down the street who bakes us a bunt cake every Christmas."

"Oh, Darling." replied Debra, "I know all about that dear one. Now lie back, get some rest and let the poison finish working."

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Mantus

Hehe, good jokes today guthmund

SirLance

Whoa! That was unexpected... and very, very funny!

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feelgood

that bitch!

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