by Dianne
A lonely
widow, age 70, decided that it was time to get married again. She put an ad in
the local paper that read:
“HUSBAND
WANTED: MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's), MUST NOT BEAT ME, RUN AROUND ON ME, AND
MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED! ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.”
On the
second day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she opened the door to
see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in a wheelchair. He had no arms or legs.
The old
woman said, "You're not really asking me to consider you, are you? Just
look at you . . . you have no legs!"
The old
man smiled, "Therefore, I cannot run around on you!" She snorted.
"You
don't have any arms either!"
Again, the
old man smiled, "Therefore, I can never beat you!"
She raised
an eyebrow and asked intently, "Are you still good in bed???"
The old
man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said, "I rang the doorbell,
didn't I?"
