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Tuesday's Joke
A dying man smells his favorite oatmeal raisin cookies cooking downstairs.
It takes all the strength he has left but he gets up from the bed and crawls down the stairs. He sees the cookies cooling on the counter and staggers over to them. As he reaches for one, his wife's wrinkled hand reaches out, smacks his and she yells: "No, you can't have those! They're for the funeral!" |
Doh !! :1orglaugh
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hehe pwned
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lol..... :1orglaugh
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:1orglaugh.. Owned.
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toinkz...hahaha...sadly she's waiting for you to die...
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awww! ;(
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OH mannn! That one is harsh!
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Quote:
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That was not bad
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Lol, morbid shit!
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Funeral cookies?!
Shite, all I ever see is those damn triangle sandwiches with runny egg salad. |
I went to a buddys funeral, who had cancer and was dieing. His p.o.s mom actually had the nerve to have cake, cookies, and a band.
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lol... made me think of homer-
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Hahaha, d'oh! :1orglaugh
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nasty...lol
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So wrong... :1orglaugh
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:1orglaugh
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nice one :1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh
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lol :1orglaugh black
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:1orglaugh:1orglaugh
LOL!! |
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funny, but mean, give him his cookie!
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