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| Mu nótahu ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | The inner dilemma is not so much what to wear(you'd look good in anything, really), as it is who will actually show up for the funeral that you don't know. Obviously since it's someone that was intimately close to you that shouldn't be a problem. I remember a couple of years ago, one of my grandma's sister died. She was sort of the bond of the family, the one sister everyone: daughters, nieces, uncles loved. So naturally everyone in the family from every corner of the world showed up. I didn't know half of the people and I was sure half of them didn't know me either. When I arrived I payed my respects to the ones I was close with, and then when to the cafeteria to get sum lunch and wait for my sister and mother to resume their mourning. In comes this gorgeous lady, short hair, nice legs. After orderning she sits in my table and starts making small conversation. Knowing the nature of the Beef I started flirting with her unconciously. She played along with it just fine. 10 minutes later she looks at me stonecold and tells me "You do know i'm your niece right". ![]() Last edited by Captain Beefheart : 09-11-2007 at 01:19 AM. |
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| ICHiBAN HoOT ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | When I for some reason (The Youngest) of 3 I planned my Pop's wake an stuff. I remember sitting in front of the funeral director an looking at the ,it had to be a 1 carat diamond Tie tac. He yacked about the the embalming part of the man I loved most in my life: I looked at him ..His Saltwater Big Boat outside the window. His groomed nails , and his tuff premature salt an pepper beard, He was hot. I wondered if he ever screwed anyone in their grief? When everthing was over. My friends an sister said ..Man the Mortician was Goodlookin. I signed stuff he gave me. I still feel guilty , I thought about him that way Last edited by Plastic Flute : 09-11-2007 at 01:43 AM. |
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| Perennially Disgruntled ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | Quote:
If you think just thinking about a good looking man is bad, I just heard about a man who's three kids came in to plan his funeral, and two of them proceeded to laugh at pretty much everything that was said when making funeral preparations. Their excuse was that their father had a sense of humour. Apparently the funeral planner and other child were horrified, yet they still had no idea they were being inhuman. Last edited by MissyO : 09-19-2007 at 01:55 AM. | |
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