Tuesday, 28 July 2009


Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.

He looked up and said weakly 'I have something I must confess.'

'There's no need to, "his wife replied.

'No,' he insisted, 'I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!'

'I know,' she replied, 'now just rest and let the poison work.'

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