Friday, May 11, 2012

The Confession

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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