A guy walks into a bar. He drinks too much and throws up on his shirt. “My wife’s gonna kill me,” he mutters.
“Don’t worry about it,” said the bartender, sticking a five in his pocket. ” Just pull this out, tell her a guy threw up on you and gave you a five to have your shirt cleaned.”
The guy staggered home, sure enough, his wife was mad about the shirt. ” A drunk threw up on me and gave me a five to have my shirt cleaned.”
“But this is a ten!”
“He crapped my pants,too!”
As the two tipsy ladies staggered home their night on the town, they realized they had to go, right then, and made a quick detour into the cemetery. They each ducked behind a tombstone to do their business. Of course, they had no toilet tissue. One used her panties, tossing them aside. Her friend had worn a lovely matched set and couldn’t bear to part with her undies. She just snitched a ribbon off a flower arrangement, cast it aside, and went on her way. Continue reading