Oh to be a pensioner
Three pensioners are sitting on a park bench, reminiscing about the trials of getting older.
The first one sighs, “Ah, old age! I used to love reading the newspaper, but now I can't even make out the headlines! My eyes, my poor eyes…”
The second one nods in sympathy. “Tell me about it! I used to enjoy listening to the radio, and now I can't understand a single word, even when it's blasting at full volume! My ears, my ears…”
The third one chuckles and says, “Well, yesterday I asked my girlfriend, ‘Want to make love again?’
She looked at me and said, ‘Sweetheart, you just did an hour ago!’ Ah, my memory, my memory…”
The first one sighs, “Ah, old age! I used to love reading the newspaper, but now I can't even make out the headlines! My eyes, my poor eyes…”
The second one nods in sympathy. “Tell me about it! I used to enjoy listening to the radio, and now I can't understand a single word, even when it's blasting at full volume! My ears, my ears…”
The third one chuckles and says, “Well, yesterday I asked my girlfriend, ‘Want to make love again?’
She looked at me and said, ‘Sweetheart, you just did an hour ago!’ Ah, my memory, my memory…”
