With all the brand new expertise concerning fertility lately, a 65-year-old girl was in a position to give delivery.
When she was discharged from the hospital and went residence, her kinfolk came around.
“May we see the new baby?” one requested.
“Not yet,” stated the mom. “I’ll make coffee and we can visit for a while first.”
Thirty minutes had handed, and one other relative requested, “May we see the new baby now?”
“No, not yet,” stated the mom.
After one other couple of minutes had elapsed, they requested once more, “May we see the baby now?”
“No, not yet,” replied the mom.
Rising very impatient, they requested, “Well, when can we see the baby?”
“WHEN HE CRIES!” she instructed them.
“Why do we have to wait until he CRIES?”
“BECAUSE I FORGOT WHERE I PUT HIM. O.K.?”
The Greatest Aged Joke Ever.
Three males had been discussing growing older on the nursing residence.
“Sixty is the worst age to be,” stated the 60-year-old. You at all times really feel like it’s a must to pee. And more often than not, you stand at the bathroom and nothing comes out!”
“Ah, that’s nothin’,” stated the 70-year-old. “When you’re seventy, you can’t even crap anymore. You take laxatives, eat bran, you sit on the toilet all day and nothin’ comes out!”
“Actually,” stated the 80-year-old, “Eighty is the worst age of all.”
“Do you have trouble peeing too?” requested the 60-year-old.
“No, not really. I pee every morning at 6:00. I pee like a racehorse on a flat rock; no problem at all.”
“Do you have trouble crapping?”
“No, I crap every morning at 6:30.”
With nice exasperation, the 60-year-old stated, “Let me get this straight. You pee every morning at 6:00 and crap every morning at 6:30. So what’s so tough about being 80?”
“I don’t wake up until 7:00.”