Poor old Lady
Старец седял на пейка в парка и горчиво плачел.
Снощи отидох в бара и видях един 75-80 годишен мъж да стой сам самичък в ъгъла и да плаче над един коктейл.
When I went to lunch today
Ein alter Mann sitzt auf einer Parkbank und weint. Ein Jogger kommt vorbei und fragt
Parkā uz soliņa sēž vecs vīrs un ļoti raud. Pienāk viņam klāt garāmgājējs un jautā: - Kāpēc vecīt Tu raudi? - Dēliņ
Han Fredrik e ute og går sæ tur Han ser en gammel gubbe som sett på en benk og skrik - Koffør sett du her og skrik... Spør han Fredrik - Æ har ei flott kjærring på 30 år heime - hо massere ryggen...
The bartender asks, “What’s wrong?” The old man looks at the bartender through
Teary eyes and between sobs says, “I married a beautiful woman two days ago. She’s a natural blonde, twenty-five, intelligent, a marvelous cook, a meticulous housekeeper,
Extremely sensitive to my wants and needs, very giving, my best friend, and intensely passionate in bed.”
The bartender stares at the old man for a brief moment and says, “But that sounds great! You have what every man wants in a woman, so why are crying?”
The old man looks at the bartender and says, “I can’t remember where I live!”