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Lying on his deathbed, a loving husband was wavering between life and death when he thought he smelled chocolate chip cookies baking. They were his very favourite, so he dragged himself out of bed, crawled to the kitchen and was just reaching up to take a cookie off the plate when his wife slapped his hand with a spatula.
“Don’t touch!” she commanded. “They’re for the funeral.”
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The Professor's Convatorium 
Made me chuckle!!! I would say the same thing, then take the whole plate to him when he is back in bed!
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Awww, your so sadistically sweet. Slap pain on him, get him to bed, then feed him death-by-chocolate, huh? 😉
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You’re onto me!
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