A tale of the elderly
An elderly lady was sitting on a bench down by the lake in Rotorua, enjoying a bit of sun.
A bloke walks over, shuffles past, and plonks himself down on the other end of the bench.
After a few minutes of quiet, the lady looks over and says, "You’re not from around here, are ya, love?"
The bloke shrugs. "Nah, lived here ages ago."
"Oh, true? Where’ve you been since then?"
"Up at Parekura," he says. "Maximum security."
The lady raises an eyebrow. "Far out. What’d they ping you for?"
He looks at her, deadpan, and says, "I chopped up my wife."
The lady’s eyes light up. "Oh, choice! So you’re single then?"
A bloke walks over, shuffles past, and plonks himself down on the other end of the bench.
After a few minutes of quiet, the lady looks over and says, "You’re not from around here, are ya, love?"
The bloke shrugs. "Nah, lived here ages ago."
"Oh, true? Where’ve you been since then?"
"Up at Parekura," he says. "Maximum security."
The lady raises an eyebrow. "Far out. What’d they ping you for?"
He looks at her, deadpan, and says, "I chopped up my wife."
The lady’s eyes light up. "Oh, choice! So you’re single then?"
