|
Post by Leewah Brown on Jun 16, 2003 21:26:36 GMT -5
A woman recently lost her husband. She had him cremated and brought his ashes home.
Picking up the urn that he was in, she poured him out on the patio table.
Then, while tracing her fingers in the ashes, she started talking to him.
"Irving, you know that fur coat you promised me? I bought it with the insurance money!"
"Irving, remember that new car you promised me? Well, I also bought it with the insurance money!"
"Irving, that emerald necklace you promised me? Bought it too, with the insurance money!"
Still tracing her finger in the ashes, she said, "Irving, remember that blow job I promised you long ago?
Here it comes.............
|
|
|
Post by Saar°berry on Jun 17, 2003 11:59:00 GMT -5
|
|