True Love

On this and other sites (particularly Stickman) you see many horror stories of Thai Falanf relationships and also others of great love, here is one I came accross recently.

An old Falang, well into his ninties was lying in bed in the last few hours of his life, the doctor had just left and said it was just a matter of time and not much of that left.

He woke from sleep and smelt a wonderful smell, his fauvorite chocolate cookies baking, he thought I have died and gone to heven, but no it was his beautiful faithful young Thai wife of 30 years baking for him one last time.

He thought of all the things she had done for him, how hard she had tried to please him over the years, how she has learnt English, learnt to cook the food he liked best and with tears in his eyes he knew he must go to her.

He tried to call to her but his voice had gone, then with a supreme effort he managed to roll off the bed on to the floor, he then dragged himself along the floor, out of the bedroom and to the kitchen following the wonderful smell all the way. With the last of his strength he reached the kitchen table and pulled himself up the table leg so he could reach onto the table top for a cookie.

Then the last thing he heard, as the spatula whacked down on tis fingers, was "<deleted> off you old bastard these are for the funeral"