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I’ve Got To Go!

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Two women friends were walking home after a girl’s night out, when one turned to the other and said “Mary Jane, I’ve got to go, I REALLY have to go pee and there isn’t a toilet anywhere near here!”.

Her friend Mary Jane said that she had to go as well and as they were just passing the cemetery they both thought that this would be a quiet place to stop and relieve themselves without fear of anyone catching them in an embarrassing moment.

Now both women were very faithful and loving wives, however, they had been a little over enthusiastic on the Bacardi Breezers that evening and had completely lost track of both time and how many drinks they had. The combination of being incredibly drunk, consuming large volumes of alcohol and the cold night air, had brought on the non-stoppable urge to have a pee.

So, the two women entered the cemetery, found a dark corner and proceeded to do what they had to do.

One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she would take off her panties and use them.

Mary Jane however, was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them. She was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she proceeded to wipe herself with that.

After the girls did their business they continued on their way home, rather relieved having emptied their rather full bladders.

The next day one of the women’s husbands was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband.

He said, “These girl nights have got to stop! I don’t know about you Mark, but I’m starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home tonight with no panties!”

“That’s nothing” said Mary Jane’s husband, Mark. “Mine came back with a card stuck to her ass that said….. ‘From all of us at the Fire Station. We’ll never forget you!'”

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