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At a nursing home a group of seniors were sitting around talking about all their ailments. “My arms have gotten so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee,” said one.
“Yes, I know,” said another. “My cataracts are so bad I can’t even see my coffee.”
“I couldn’t even mark an ‘X’ at election time, my hands are so crippled,”volunteered a third.
“What? Speak up! What? I can’t hear you! said a fourth.
“I can’t turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck,” said a fifth, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.
“My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy I can hardly walk!” exclaimed another.
“I forget where I am, and where I’m going,” said an elderly gent.
“I guess that’s the price we pay for getting old,” winced an old man as he slowly shook his head. The others nodded in agreement.
“Well, count your blessings,” said one woman cheerfully, “thankfully, we can all still drive.”
On his 70th birthday, a man was given a gift certificate from his wife. The certificate was for consultation with an Indian medicine man living on a nearby reservation who was rumored to have a simple cure for erectile dysfunction. The husband went to the reservation and saw the medicine man.
The old Indian gave him a potion and, with a grip on his shoulder, warned ‘This is a powerful medicine. You take only a teaspoonful, and then say: ‘1-2-3.’ When you do, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life, and you can perform for as long as you want.”
The man thanked the old Indian, and as he walked away, he turned and asked:
“How do I stop the medicine from working?”
“Your partner must say ‘1-2-3-4,’ he responded, “but when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon.”
He was very eager to see if it worked so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom.
When she came in, he took off his clothes and said:
“1-2-3!” Immediately, he was the manliest of men.
His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes, and asked:
“What was the 1-2-3 for?”
And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with a dangling participle.
Robert , 85, married Jenny, a lovely 25 year old . . . Since her new husband is so old, Jenny decides that after their wedding she and Robert should have separate bedrooms, because she is concerned that her new but aged husband may over-exert himself if they spend the entire night together.
After the wedding festivities, Jenny prepares herself for bed and the expected knock on the door. Sure enough the knock comes, the door opens and there is Robert, her 85 year old groom, ready for action. They unite as one. All goes well, Robert takes leave of his bride, and she prepares to go to sleep.
After a few minutes, Jenny hears another knock on her bedroom door, and it’s Robert, Again he is ready for more ‘action.’ Somewhat surprised, Jenny consents for more coupling. When the newly weds are done, Robert kisses his bride, bids her a fond good night and leaves.
She is set to go to sleep again, but, aha, you guessed it Robert is back again, rapping on the door and is as fresh as a 25 - year - old, ready for more ‘action.’ And, once more they enjoy each other. But as Robert gets set to leave again, his young bride says to him, ‘I am thoroughly impressed that at your age you can perform so well and so often. I have been with guys less than a third of your age who were only good once. You are truly a great lover, Robert.’
Robert, somewhat embarrassed, turns to Jenny and says: ‘You mean I was here already?’
Doris and Fred had started their retirement years and decided to raise some extra cash by advertising for a tenant for their terrace house. After a few days, a young attractive woman applied for the room and explained that she was a model working in a nearby city center studio for a few weeks and that she would like the room from Mondays to Thursdays, but would pay for the whole week.
Doris showed her the house and they agreed to start straight away. “There’s just one problem,” explained the model. “Because of my job, I have to take a bath every night, and I notice you don’t have a bath.”
“That’s not a problem,” replied Doris. “We have a tin bath out in the yard and we bring it in to the living room in front of the fire and fill it with hot water.”
“What about your husband?” asked the model.
“Oh, he plays darts most weekdays, so he will be out in the evenings,” replied Doris.
“Good,” said the model. “Now that that’s settled, I’ll go to the studio and see you tonight.”
That evening, Fred dutifully went to his darts match while Doris prepared the bath for the model. After stripping off, the model stepped into the bath. Doris was amazed to see that she had no hair ‘there’. The model noticed Doris’s staring eyes, so she smiled and explained that it is part of her job to shave herself, especially when modeling swimwear or underclothes.
Later when Fred returned, Doris related this oddity and he did not believe her.
“It’s true, I tell you!” said Doris. “Look, if you don’t believe me, tomorrow night I’ll leave the curtains slightly open and you can peek in and see for yourself.”
The next night, Fred left as usual and Doris prepared the bath for the model. As the model stepped nакеd into the bath, Doris stood behind her. Doris looked towards the curtains and pointed towards the model’s nакеd рuвiс area. Then she lifted up her skirt and, wearing no раnтiеs, pointed to her own hairy mass.
Later Fred returned and they retired to bed.
“Well, do you believe me now?” she asked Fred.
“Yes,” he replied. “I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.
But why did you lift up your skirt and show yourself?”
“Just to show you the difference.” answered Doris. “But I guess you’ve seen me millions of times.”
“Yes,” said Fred, “I have - but the rest of the dart team hadn’t.”
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A woman decides to have a facelift for her birthday. She spends $5,000.00 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home she stops at a newsstand to buy a paper. Before leaving she asks the sales clerk, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?”
“About 32 ” the clerk replies.
“I’m actually 47,” the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the same question. She replies,”I’d guess about 29.”
The woman replies, “Nope, I’m 47.” Now she’s feeling really good about herself.
While waiting for the bus home, she asks an old man the same question. He replies, “I’m 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was, but it requires you to let me put my hands down your раnтiеs. Then I can tell exactly how old you are.”
They waited in silence on the empty street until curiosity got the best of the woman and she finally says, “What the hеll, go ahead.”
The old man slips both hands down her раnтiеs and begins to feel around. After a couple of minutes she says, “Okay, Okay, how old am I?”
He removes his hands and says, “You’re 47.” Stunned, the woman says, “That’s amazing. How do you know?”.
The old man replies, “I was behind you at McDonald’s.”
Mable and Faye are sitting in their retirement home discussing the little old men who lived there.
Mable says, “I sure am lonely since my husband died…I wish I had a boyfriend, but am not sure how to catch the attention of the geezers around here”.
Faye says, “These gentlemen are lonely also, and many haven’t had any romance in their lives for decades. I bet if they thought they could get a kiss you’d have their attention”.
So Mable starts walking the halls, and comes to the first room and knocks. A little old man answers, and she says “I’m offering up super kisses, you interested?” but he replies, “No thanks” and shuts the door.
She doesn't get discouraged, and heads to the next room. “I’m offering up super kisses, you interested?” but again, this man is not interested. This continues for several attempts, and when she finally gets to the room at the end of the hall again she knocks. A little old man answers the door.
“I’m offering up super kisses, you interested?” she asks. He replies, “I don’t want a kiss, but I’ll take the soup”.