George Best/Glitter Jokes-don\'t read if easily offended!
George Best lay dying in his bed.
While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite Whiskey wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom.
And with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath, he leant against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, Laid out upon the kitchen table were literally hundreds of glassses of his favourite Whiskey.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the Whiskey was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a glass at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. "F**k off" she said, "They're for the funeral."
[Edited on 3-12-2005 by Jasper]
[Edited on 4-12-2005 by Jasper]
03-Dec-2005, 23:08 
Bad taste ?
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