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> 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.
> 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,
> "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,
> "Remember that diamond ring you promised me?
> Bought it too, with the insurance money!"
> Finally, still tracing her fingers in the ashes, She said,
> "Remember that blow job I promised you?"
> "Here it comes.''
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> 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.
> 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,
> "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,
> "Remember that diamond ring you promised me?
> Bought it too, with the insurance money!"
> Finally, still tracing her fingers in the ashes, She said,
> "Remember that blow job I promised you?"
> "Here it comes.''
) I was telling her that story. I got to the end and she said (and I am not kidding) "Was that a Big Frank joke?"
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