How old do you think I am?

A woman decides to have a facelift for her birthday.

She spends $5000 and feels pretty good about the results.

On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving she says to the clerk, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?” “About 32,” is the reply. “I’m exactly 47,” the woman says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the very same question.
She replies, “I guess about 29.” ” Nope, I’m 47.”

Now, she’s feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question.
The clerk responds, “Oh, I’d say 30.” Again she proudly responds, “I am 47, but, thank you.”

While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks a senior gentleman the same question.
He replies, “Lady, I’m 78 and my eye sight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then I can tell you exactly how old you are.”

They wait in silence on the empty street until curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, “What the heck, go ahead.”

He slips both of his hands under her blouse and under her bra and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. After a couple of minutes of this, she says, “Okay, okay, how old am I?”
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, “Madam, you are 47.”

Stunned and amazed, the woman says, “That was incredible, how could you tell?”

The old man replies, “Promise you won’t get mad?” “Promise,” she says.

He replies, “I was behind you in line at McDonald’s.”

via   Thanks Nick

In the land that made me me

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Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,

For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.

We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.

We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
And Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one’s seen him since.

We danced to ‘Little Darlin,’ and sang to ‘Stagger Lee’
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.
Milkman
We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.

We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T ,
And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.

For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.
Green stamps
And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkee’s lived in trees,
Madonna was a virgin in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they weren’t grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never coed in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.

And Hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,Record player
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for condoms in the Land That Made Me, Me.

There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill.
Gas station
And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.

They send us invitations to join AARP,
We’ve come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines.

And we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.

 
 
Thanks Gene

Bran flakes

 An 85-year-old couple had been married for 60 years. Though they were far from rich,they managed to get by because they watched their pennies.

Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to the  wife’s insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade.  One day their good health didn’t help when they went on a rare vacation  and their plane crashed, sending them off to Heaven.

They reached the Pearly Gates and Saint Peter escorted them inside. He took them to a beautiful mansion furnished in gold and fine silks with a  fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath. A maid could  be seen hanging their favorite clothes in the closet.  They gasped in astonishment when he said, “Welcome to Heaven. This will  be your
home now.”

The old man asked Peter how much all this was going to cost. “Why,  nothing,” Peter replied, “Remember, this is your reward in Heaven.”  The old man looked out the window and right there he saw a championship  golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on Earth.  “What are the greens fees?” grumbled the old man.  “This is heaven,” St. Peter replied. “You play for free, every day….”

Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch with  every imaginable cuisine laid out before them from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts, free flowing beverages.  “Don’t even ask,” said St. Peter to the man. “This is Heaven, it is all  free for you to enjoy.”  The old man looked around and glanced nervously at his wife.  “Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods and the  decaffeinated tea?” he asked.  “That’s the best part,” St. Peter replied. “You can eat and drink as much  as you like of whatever you like and you will never get fat or sick.  This is Heaven!’  ] 

The old man pushed, “No gym to work out at?”  “Not unless you want to,” was the answer.  “No testing my sugar or blood pressure or…”  “Never again. All you do here is enjoy yourself.”

The old man glared at his wife and said, “You and your fucking bran  flakes. We could have been here 10 years ago!” 

Thanks Gene

Golfers at 60, 70 and 80

You can see this one coming form a mile away, but it’s still funny.

Three elderly golfers are walking down the fairway.

“Sixty is the worst age to be,” said the 60-year-old, “You always feel like you have to pee. And most of the time nothing happens.”

“Ah, that’s nothing,” said the 70-year-old. “When you’re 70, you don’t have a bowel movement anymore. You take laxatives, eat  bran, you sit on the toilet all day and nothing happens.”

 “Actually,” said the 80-year-old, “Eighty is the worst age of all.”

 “Do you have trouble peeing too?” asked the 60-year-old.

“No, I pee every morning at 6.00 am. I pee like a racehorse; no problem at all.”

“Do you have trouble having a bowel movement?”

“No, I have one every morning at 6.30 am.”

Puzzled with this the 60-year-old said, “Let’s get this  straight. You pee every morning at 6.00 am and poop every morning at 6.30 am. So what’s so tough about being 80?”

 “I don’t wake up until seven.”

Thanks Gene

A few good Senior Moments

Garage Door
The boss walked into the office one morning not knowing his zipper was down and his fly area wide open. His assistant walked up to him and said, ‘This morning when you left your house, did you close your garage door?’ The boss told her he knew he’d closed the garage door, and walked into his office puzzled by the question.

As he finished his paperwork, he suddenly noticed his fly was open, and zipped it up. He then understood his assistant’s question about his ‘garage door..’

He headed out for a cup of coffee and paused by her desk to ask, ‘When my garage door was open, did you see my Hummer parked in there?’

She smiled and said, ‘No, I didn’t. All I saw was an old mini van with two flat tires..
An elderly gentleman…..
Had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%
The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, ‘Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again.’
The gentleman replied, ‘Oh, I haven’t told my family yet.
I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I’ve changed my will three times!’

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Two elderly gentlemen from a retirement center were sitting on a bench under a tree when one turns to the other and says: ‘Slim, I’m 83 years old now and I’m just full of aches and pains. I know you’re about my age. How do you feel?’
Slim says, ‘I feel just like a newborn baby.’
‘Really!? Like a newborn baby!?’
‘Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants.’

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An elderly couple had dinner at another couple’s house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen.
The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, ‘Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great.. I would recommend it very highly.’
The other man said, ‘What is the name of the restaurant?’
The first man thought and thought and finally said, ‘What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love?
You know…. The one that’s red and has thorns.’
‘Do you mean a rose?’
‘Yes, that’s the one,’ replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, ‘Rose, what’s the name of that restaurant we went to last night?’

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Hospital regulations require a wheel chair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn’t need my help to leave the hospital.
After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator.
On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.
‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘She’s still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.’ 
Couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they’re physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember ..
Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair. ‘Want anything while I’m in the kitchen?’ he asks.
‘Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?’
‘Sure..’
‘Don’t you think you should write it down so you can remember it?’ she asks.
‘No, I can remember it.’
‘Well, I’d like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so as not to forget it?’
He says, ‘I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.’
‘I’d also like whipped cream. I’m certain you’ll forget that, write it down?’ she asks.
Irritated, he says, ‘I don’t need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream – I got it, for goodness sake!’
Then he toddles into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, The old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.. She stares at the plate for a moment.
‘Where’s my toast ?’

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A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy:
‘So I hear you’re getting married?’
‘Yep!’
‘Do I know her?’
‘Nope!’
‘This woman, is she good looking?’
‘Not really.’
‘Is she a good cook?’
‘Naw, she can’t cook too well.’
‘Does she have lots of money?’
‘Nope! Poor as a church mouse.’
‘Well, then, is she good in bed?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Why in the world do you want to marry her then?’
‘Because she can still drive!’

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Three old guys are out walking.
First one says, ‘Windy, isn’t it?’
Second one says, ‘No, it’s Thursday!’
Third one says, ‘So am I. Let’s go get a beer.’

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A man was telling his neighbor, ‘I just bought a new hearing aid. It cost me four thousand dollars, but it’s state of the art.. It’s perfect.’
‘Really,’ answered the neighbor . ‘What kind is it?’
‘Twelve thirty..’

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Morris, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical.
A few days later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.
A couple of days later, the doctor spoke to Morris and said, ‘You’re really doing great, aren’t you?’
Morris replied, ‘Just doing what you said, Doc: ‘Get a hot mamma and be cheerful.”
The doctor said, ‘I didn’t say that.. I said, ‘You’ve got a heart murmur; be careful.’

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A little old man shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlor and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool.. After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split.
The waitress asked kindly, ‘Crushed nuts?’
‘No,’ he replied, ‘Arthritis.’

Thanks Wallace

Top 10 signs that you’re definitely getting old (Part I)

In the Spring, your fancy turns to thoughts of bringing up phlegm.

You pass the time by braiding your nipple hair.

You had to give up oral sex because it couldn’t be done at arm’s length.

You get high by free-basing prune Danish.

Your pubic hair has formed an “S.O.S.” pattern above your gonads.

You are in a permanent left-hand turn.

Your libido is being circled by buzzards.

You take drugs for actual medical conditions.

Your wife had your last erection bronzed.

Squirrels bury your nuts.

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Exercise for Older Adults

BEGIN BY STANDING ON A COMFORTABLE SURFACE, WHERE YOU HAVE PLENTY OF ROOM AT EACH SIDE.

WITH A FIVE POUND POTATO SACK IN EACH HAND, EXTEND YOUR ARMS STRAIGHT OUT FROM YOUR SIDES AND HOLD THEM THERE AS LONG AS YOU CAN.

TRY TO REACH A FULL MINUTE, AND THEN RELAX.

EACH DAY YOU WILL FIND THAT YOU CAN HOLD THIS POSITION FOR JUST A BIT LONGER.

AFTER A COUPLE OF WEEKS, MOVE UP TO TEN POUND POTATO SACKS.

THEN TRY 50 POUND POTATO SACKS

AND THEN EVENTUALLY TRY TO GET TO WHERE YOU CAN LIFT A 100 POUND POTATO SACK IN EACH HAND AND HOLD YOUR ARMS STRAIGHT FOR MORE THAN A FULL MINUTE.

(I’M AT THIS LEVEL)

AFTER YOU FEEL CONFIDENT AT THAT LEVEL, PUT A POTATO IN EACH OF THE SACKS.

Thanks DJ