A lonely old widow
in her 70's decided she wanted to get married again so she
put an ad in her local paper.
MUST BE IN MY AGE
GROUP (70's), MUST NOT BEAT ME, MUST NOT RUN AROUND BEHIND
MY BACK ON ME, AND MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!
PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.
1704 CHESTNUT DRIVE.
On the second day,
she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she opened the
door to see a gray-haired gentleman, with no arms or legs
sitting in a wheelchair.
'You're not really
asking me to consider you, are you?' the widow asked. 'Just
look at you...you have no legs!'
The old gentleman
smiled and said, 'Therefore, I cannot run around on you. 'But
you don't have any arms, either!' she snorted. Again the old
man smiled and said, 'Therefore, I can never beat you.'
She raised an eyebrow
and asked intently, 'Are you still good in bed?
The old man leaned
back in his wheelchair, beamed a big smile, and said, 'I rang
the doorbell, didn't I??'
The wedding is
scheduled for Saturday!
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