Start the weekend with a smile
just took a leaflet out of my mailbox,
informing me that I can have sex at 66.
I'm so happy, because I live at number 64.
So it's not too far to walk home afterwards.
And it's the same side of the street.
I don't even have to cross the road!
My wife and I had words,
but I didn't get to use mine.
Frustration is trying to find your glasses
without your glasses.
The irony of life is that,
by the time you're old enough
to know your way around,
you're not going anywhere.
God made man before woman
so as to give him time
to think of an answer
for her first question.
I was always taught to respect my elders,
but it keeps getting harder to find one.
Every morning is the dawn of a new error.
Aspire to inspire before you expire.
This is why you (a Senior?) should LISTEN to your Doctors instructions.
I went to my nearby Pharmacy, straight to the back, where the
Pharmacists’ high counter is located. I took out my little brown bottle, along with a teaspoon, and set them up on the counter.
The Pharmacist came over, smiled, and asked if he could help me.
I said, "Yes! Could you please taste this for me?"
Seeing a senior citizen, the Pharmacist went along. He took the spoon, put a tiny bit of the liquid on it, put it on his tongue and swilled it around.
Then, with a stomach-churning look on his face, he spat it out on the floor and began coughing.
When he finally was finished, I looked him right in the eye and asked, “Now, does that taste sweet to you?"
The Pharmacist, shaking his head back and forth with a venomous look in his eyes yelled, HELL NO!!!"
I said, "Oh, thank God! That's a real relief! My doctor told me to have a Pharmacist test my urine for sugar!"
I can never go back there, but I really don't care, because they aren't very friendly there anymore!