What Women do with dead Husbands ashes

Martha 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…. ‘Herman, you know that dishwasher you promised me? I bought it with the insurance money!’

 

She paused for a minute tracing her fingers in the ashes then said, ‘Herman, remember that car you promised me? Well, I also bought it with the insurance money!’

Again, she paused for a few minutes and while tracing her fingers in the ashes she said, ‘Herman, that diamond ring you promised me? Bought it too, with the insurance money!’

Finally, still tracing her fingers in the ashes, She said, ‘Herman, remember that blow job I promised you?’

 

‘Here it comes.’ 

 

 

 

 

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Poetry for Women~A must Read for Men

A WOMAN’S POEM:

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man who’s not a creep,

One who’s handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he’s rich and self-employed,

And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.

Pull out my chair and hold my hand,

Massage my feet and help me stand.

Oh send a king to make me queen,

A man who loves to cook and clean.

I pray this man will love no other.

And relish visits with my mother.

A MAN’S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac,

with big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,

and loves to send me fishing and drinking.

This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.

Hot Woman wrestling Shark jawed baby French Bulldog

Vidieo of my hot APW (Almost Perfect Woman) and our French Bulldog. Yeah Right, at the sound of French Bulldog my Gaydar went up too (after all I live in west LA), but he’s a tough little bastard.