Ishmael is lying on his death bed… …at the ripe old age of 97. He weakly raises his head and, through whispered, labored breaths, asks, “Where is my wife, Elena?” “Oi vey, I am here, my love,” whimpers the elderly woman as she clutches her husband’s hand. “This is good,” says Ishmael. “And what of [more…]
from TheMarketingblog http://www.themarketingblog.co.uk/2017/11/laughter-spot-papa-i-love-you-cries-sarah/
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