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Do you know that when a woman wears a leather dress, a man's heart beats quicker, his throat gets dry, he gets weak in the knees, and he begins to think irrationally???
 
 
Ever wonder why?
 
It's because she smells like a new golf bag!

 


Life's Lessons.

When the husband finally died, his wife put the death notice in the paper, but added that he died of gonorrhea.

No sooner were the papers delivered when a friend of the family phoned and complained bitterly, 'You know very well that he died of diarrhea, not gonorrhea.'

Replied the widow, 'I nursed him night and day so of course I know he died of diarrhea, but I thought it would be better for posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than the big sh*t he always was.'

 

 
 
 

An elderly couple were on a cruise and it was really stormy. They were standing on the back of the boat

watching the moon, when a wave came up and washed the old woman overboard. They searched for days and

couldn't find her, so the captain sent the old man back to shore with the promise that he would notify him as soon as they found something.
Three weeks went by and finally the old man got a fax from the boat. It read: 'Sir, sorry to inform you, we found your wife dead at the bottom of the ocean. We hauled her up to the deck and attached to her butt was an oyster and in it was a pearl worth $50,000 . please advise.' The old man faxed back: 'Send me the pearl and re-bait the trap.'
 

 

 
 
A funeral service is being held for a woman who has just passed away. At the end of the service, the pall

bearers are carrying the casket out when they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket . They hear a faint moan. They open the casket and find that the woman is actually alive! She lives for ten more years, and then dies.

Once again, a ceremony is held, and at the end of it, the pall bearers are again carrying out the casket. As they

carry the casket towards the door, the husband cries out, 'Watch that wall!'

 

 

 
When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old lady sitting on a park bench sobbing her eyes out. I stopped and asked her what was wrong.

She said, 'I have a 22 year old husband at home. He makes love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground coffee.'

I said, 'Well, then why are you crying?'

She said, 'He makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love to me for half the afternoon.

I said, 'Well, why are you crying?'

She said, 'For dinner he makes me a gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then makes love to me until 2:00 a.m.'

I said, 'Well, why in the world would you be crying?'

She said, 'I can't remember where I live!'

 

 

Two elderly women were eating breakfast in a restaurant one morning. Ethel noticed something funny about Mabel's ear and she said, ''Mabel, do you know you've got a suppository in your left ear?'

Mabel answered, 'I have a suppository in my ear?'

She pulled it out and stared at it.

Then she said, 'Ethel, I'm glad you saw this thing.

Now I think I know where to find my hearing aid.'

 

 

 
Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards.
One day they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, 'Now don't get mad at me….I know we've been friends for a long time…..but I just can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is.'
 

Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her. Finally she said, 'How soon do you need to know?'
 

 
 
 

THE SENILITY PRAYER
 
 

Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do,and the eyesight to tell the difference!

 


Always A Parent.

 

Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions? 

 

Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, ‘It’s their life,’ and feel nothing?

 

 When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my daughter’s head.  I asked, ‘When do you stop worrying?’

 

The nurse said, ‘When they get out of the accident stage.’ My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

 

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates.

 

As if to read my mind, a teacher said, ‘Don’t worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them.’ My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

 

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. 

 

A friend said, ‘They’re trying to find themselves.  Don’t worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They’ll be adults.’ My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

 

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable.  I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There was nothing I could do about it.

 

My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.  I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments.

 

My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life.  I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my Dad’s warm smile and his occasional, ‘You look pale. Are you all right?  

Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?’

 

 Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?

 

 One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, ‘Where were you?  I’ve been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried.’

 

I smiled a warm smile.   

 

The torch had been passed!!

 


Skirt Zipper

As the bus stopped and it was her turn to get on, 
she became aware that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the first step of the bus.

Slightly embarrassed and with a quick smile to the bus 
driver, she reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little,
thinking that this would give her enough slack to raise her leg

She tried to take the step, only to discover that she couldn't.

So, a little more embarrassed, she once again reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little more, and for the second time attempted the step.

Once again, much to her chagrin, she could not raise her leg.

With a little smile to the driver, she again reached behind to unzip a little more and again was unable to take the step.

About this time, a large Texan who was standing 
behind her picked her up easily by the waist and placed her gently on the step of the bus. *

She went ballistic and turned to the would-be Samaritan and yelled

How dare you touch my body! I don't even know who you are!'

The Texan smiled and drawled,

'Well, ma'am, normally I would agree with you, 
but after you unzipped my fly three times,

I kinda figured we were friends.'

 
 

So Very Cool.

https://youtu.be/yv6jiqVmmSI

I love the way this is done.   Took me by surprise.