A woman recently lost her husband. She had him cremated and brought his ashes home with her. Picking up the urn that he was in, she poured his ashes out on the counter. Then, while tracing her fingers in the ashes, she started talking to him.
"Irving, you know that fur coat you promised me? I bought it with the insurance money."
"Irving, remember that new car you promised me? Well, I also bought it with the insurance money."
"Irving, you know that emerald necklace you promised me? I bought it, too, with the insurance money."
Still tracing her finger in the ashes, she said, "Irving, remember that blow job I promised you? Here it comes..."
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