Girls Night Out
Two women friends had gone for a girl's night out; both were very faithful and loving wives. However, they had gotten over-enthusiastic on Bacardi Breezers. Incredibly drunk and walking home, they needed to pee, so they stopped in the cemetery.
One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she would take off her undies and use them. Her friend however, was wearing a rather expensive pair of undies that she did not want to ruin, but was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a big ribbon on it, so she proceeded to use the ribbon. After the girls did their business, they proceeded to go home.
The next day, one woman's husband was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said, "These damn girls' night outs have got to stop. I'm starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home with no undies!"
"You think that's bad" said the other husband, "Mine is lying in bed with a card stuck in her ass that says: "From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you. "
One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she would take off her undies and use them. Her friend however, was wearing a rather expensive pair of undies that she did not want to ruin, but was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a big ribbon on it, so she proceeded to use the ribbon. After the girls did their business, they proceeded to go home.
The next day, one woman's husband was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said, "These damn girls' night outs have got to stop. I'm starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home with no undies!"
"You think that's bad" said the other husband, "Mine is lying in bed with a card stuck in her ass that says: "From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you. "
Sal
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