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Originally Posted by JWBear
I had a co-worker once – a sweet lady, thin willowy, who always dressed and acted neat and proper. She told me that when she was still married to her asshole husband she would have fantasies about what she would do with his cremains if he died. She would put on a pair of sunglasses and drive up the 5 in his convertible – with Inagoddadevita playing on the stereo – looking for the trashiest, skuzziest place along the side of the freeway to dump his ashes.
The mental image of her doing that always makes me laugh.
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