Surrounded by his son, his twin daughters and a haggard-looking nurse who looked about ready to end it all if only she could find the bloody switch, he was finally breathing his last.
His son, who loved him dearly and wasn't at all sure if he had been cut out of the will or not, burst into tears at the plight of a man who would look more at home in a red woolly outfit than he ever could in drab, white linen.
"I do not wish to die today, Anthony", he intoned fixing his gaze slightly above his son's left shoulder, "there is something you must do to save me."
"Tell me what to do dad, I can't bear to look at you this way", cried Anthony.
"There is a land, not far from here, where no one ever dies. It is not for dying you see. That is where I must go."
"Where is this place father? Tell me, and I shall take you to it."
"Take me there now", he said faintly as if in great pain, "Take me to, The Living Room."
There's pi(e) everywhere.
Yeah, in the aftermath all that was left was de brie
then he blew the lesson way out of proportion
One says to the other “Lets go eat our fill in seeds and worms.” They swoop down and do so.
Once all fat and happy they find a spot under a tree with the perfect amount of sun, and bask in the sunlight.
An alley cat rolls in and seeing the two birds. Thinking about how he hasn’t eaten in days, and sees two fat birds in front of him, he creeps up, and gobbles them in one fell swoop.
In the aftermath, he takes their spot in the sun, and as he’s laying down to nap he says “Man... I sure do love Baskin Robins.”
but the aftermath was pretty bad.
He can’t seem to deal with the aftermath.
I got two. This was at a wildlife preserve while my family and I were visiting Alaska.
Aftermath: She didn't get it.
Aftermath: The sound of 3 hand smacking their foreheads.
Back story for joke: me and my buddy were told this joke when we were somewhere around the age of 12 by his grandpa. The joke: two frogs are sitting in the bathtub when one ask the other to pass the soap. The other frog looks at him and says "what do I look like a type writer to you?". The aftermath: as the old man walked away laughing and pulling up his glasses as he wiped tears away, we stood there confused. I thought by now being 24 I would understand the joke but I still have no idea if the old man was just senile or messing with us. God help me....
talking to my dad about aftermath of Paul Walker's death
ME: I heard his family is making a donation to his disaster relief charity.
DAD: Not if I can help it.
ME: What do you mean?
DAD: I've been using his ATM card for some extra cash.
ME: Bull. You would need to know his PIN number.
DAD: I do. It's 0-2-60