A little old lady goes for a stroll in the park, when she sees a man sitting on a bench wearing a trench coat. As she walks closer, she realises he isn’t wearing anything else.
She sits next to him and after a minute, he turns to her and asks, “Would you like to touch my penis?”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t,” she says. “I’m a widow and I haven’t touched one in years.”
“Go on,” he says. “It’s like riding a bike. You don’t forget.”
So she does. And every day for the next few months, she goes to the park and enjoys her encounter with the man.
One day, he isn’t at their regular meeting spot.
“Oh, well he was old,” she says to herself, thinking he’s died. But after a few minutes, she sees him on another bench with another little old woman.
“You bastard,” she says. “You’re cheating on me! What’s she got that I don’t?”
Generous man, with two extra pumps. I dated a Mormon and got no pumps until I swapped his anti-seizure meds with caffeine pills.
That’s dark. It reminds me of a story.
A little old lady goes for a stroll in the park, when she sees a man sitting on a bench wearing a trench coat. As she walks closer, she realises he isn’t wearing anything else. She sits next to him and after a minute, he turns to her and asks, “Would you like to touch my penis?”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t,” she says. “I’m a widow and I haven’t touched one in years.”
“Go on,” he says. “It’s like riding a bike. You don’t forget.”
So she does. And every day for the next few months, she goes to the park and enjoys her encounter with the man.
One day, he isn’t at their regular meeting spot.
“Oh, well he was old,” she says to herself, thinking he’s died. But after a few minutes, she sees him on another bench with another little old woman.
“You bastard,” she says. “You’re cheating on me! What’s she got that I don’t?”
“Parkinson’s,” he replied.
Three little old ladies are sitting on a park bench when a flasher runs up.
Two of them have a stroke and the third couldn’t reach.
First old lady sits down on the other side. “She’s got two hands, don’t she?”