Two women went out one night without their husbands.

They hit a bar, had a few drinks, chatted for hours, and then finally decided to head home.

On the way, one of them suddenly said, “Sorry, but I really need to pee. Can we stop for a minute?”

Her friend nodded, “Me too! But where? We’re in the middle of the street.”

The first woman pointed across the road. “Look, there’s a cemetery. Let’s just go there.”

They snuck in and took care of business behind some headstones.

Afterward, one whispered, “Uh… how are we going to wipe?”

The other shrugged. “I’ll just use my underwear and toss it.”

Her friend, however, was wearing her favorite (and expensive) lingerie and wasn’t willing to sacrifice it. Instead, she grabbed a wreath off a nearby grave and made do.

The next morning, one of the husbands noticed his wife still in bed, looking suspiciously hungover. Concerned, he called the other husband.

“Hey, do you know what our wives were up to last night? Mine came home with no underwear!”

The other husband sighed. “You’re lucky. Mine came home with a ribbon stuck in her butt that said: ‘From all of us at the Fire Station—We’ll never forget you.’”