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<\/p>\nOn the way home one of them turns to the other and says:<\/p>\n
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\u201cSorry, but I need to go to a toilet. Can we stop for a minute?\u201d<\/p>\n
The other looks at her and replies \u201cI also have to go there, but where can we go in the middle of the street?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, look, there is a cemetery over there we can go there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, but how are we going to wipe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just going to use my underwear and throw it out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her friend however, was wearing her favorite (and rather expensive knickers) and didn\u2019t want to ruin them.<\/p>\n
So she elected to take a wreath off a nearby grave and use that.<\/p>\n
And so they went home.<\/p>\n
The next day the husband of one was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was hungover and still in bed, so he phoned the other.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know where our wives went last night? Because mine came back home with no underwear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell you are luckier than me, my wife came home with a ribbon in her butt and on the ribbon it was written: \u2018From all of us at the Fire Station. We\u2019ll never forget you.\u2019 \u201c<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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