jennie:
there were these two guys at a funeral parlor, and one guy came up to the other, and asked if his wife died. he said, no my partner died. the one asked if he was going to bury him or cremate him, he said cremate him. then he asked where he was going to spread the ashes. over my spaghetti he responded. what?! why? asked the other man. so he can rip through my ass one more time!
jennie:
HAHAHAHA
everyone else:
...
john:
um, that's awful...
kevin:
you're the only one laughing jennie...
jennie:
what?! i didn't say he died from aids!
everyone else:
omg, HAHAHAHA
kevin:
we shouldn't be laughing...
jennie:
yeah, he could have died from getting hit by a bus.
kevin:
or got beat up for being gay.
john:
omg...
i've heard a similar joke, but its more like "three gay men are sitting in a funeral parlor and they're talking about where they are going to bury/spread their partners' ashes. One man goes..."I'm going to take my partner to the beach because he loved to go running on the beach in the mornings." The other goes "I'm just going to bury him by his family. It's what he would have wanted." The last one said "I'm going to put my partner's ashes in a bowl of chili." "What why?" "So he could tear my ass up one more time"
