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An old couple was watching TV one night. The wife says to the husband,
"I want some ice cream. Vanilla ice cream, with chocolate sauce, chopped walnuts, whipped cream, and a cherry on top. You better write it all down."
"Nah" he says, "I can remember that." And heads for the kitchen.
Five minutes later he comes back in, with a fried egg, bacon, and two pieces of toast and jam. The wife looks at it and asks, "Where's the orange juice?"
Reminds me of the comment my daughter made one time about evening "senior parties" and events, over by 8:30PM so the participants could make it home by their 9PM bedtimes.
Kind of seems like that, now that I think about it.
Bob and Fred were lifelong friends and avid golfers, playing every chance they got. After they retired, of course, they were able to play even more often. One day Bob goes out in the morning for his regular 18 holes of golf with Fred but doesn't come home until 7 PM that night.
Bob: I had a really bad day on the course today.
Wife: What happened?
Bob: This morning Fred had a heart attack and died on the fifth hole.
Wife: This morning? Then what took you so long to get home?
Bob: Well, from then on it was hit the ball drag Fred, hit the ball drag Fred, until I finished the rest of the course.
You know you are old when you need your glasses to find your glasses.
That's funny, but my situation is a lot like that. I wear Clics and I have a pair for reading and a pair for driving and other outdoor activities. There have been times where I had to use the driving glasses to find my reading glasses. Doesn't work the other way though.
An older gentleman was telling a friend about a new restaurant he and his wife had eaten in a few nights before, but, he could not remember the name of the restaurant. Suddenly he had an inspiration. "What's the name of that long-stemmed red flower with thorns" he asked his friend. The friend replied, "I think you mean a rose."
That's it he exclaimed! - Calling out to his wife in the other room, he shouted "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we ate in the other night?"
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