![]() ![]() Mary didn’t want to lie, so she said that she had thrown it away because she thought it was from the braai. It contained the ash of the friend’s brother (or uncle, I can’t remember). A week later, her friend called her and ask if she saw a container with ash in it when she was at the braai. Mary threw the ash out and helped to wash the dishes and so forth. It was just an ordinary container, the likes of which you would put leftovers in. So after the braai, Mary helped her friend to clean up and in the kitchen, she found a small container with ash from the braai. Mary told us that a few years ago she went to a braai (South African version of a barbeque) of a childhood friend of hers. Then another woman, let’s call her Mary, interjected with, “Oh, that’s nothing. The children started crying, and it was a whole thing. ![]() She was drinking out of a glass that the beloved mother liked a lot, and Lala accidentally broke it. About a year ago, the mom in the family died, and the pain was still there. One woman, Lala, told us that she had visited some friends over the weekend. I found it so funny that I have now crowned it the best messed up story ever! BackgroundĪt the fitness class a few weeks ago, a few of us girls were chatting. It’s a messed-up story, but it was so funny (because I have a dark sense of humour). I’m probably overselling the story, but I thought it was hilarious. ![]()
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