Thread: Levening Bread

Two old guys, one 75 and one 80, were sitting on a park bench.
The 80-year-old had just finished his morning jog and wasn't even short of breath.

The 75-year-old was amazed at the guy's stamina and asked him what he did to have
so much energy.
The 80-year-old said, "Well, I eat rye bread every day. It keeps your
energy level high and you'll have great stamina with the ladies."
So, on the way home the 75-year-old stopped at the bakery. As he was looking around, the sales lady asked if he needed any help.
He said, "Do you have any rye bread?"
She said, "Yes, there's a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?"
He said, "I want five loaves."
She said, "My goodness, five loaves! By the time you get to the 3rd loaf, it'll be hard."
He replied, "I can't believe everybody knows about this shit but me."

This man is jogging through a park and he sees an old man, sitting alone on a bench, crying gently into his hands.

"Is everything OK?" asked the jogger.

"Not really", replied the old man, sobbing again.

"Well what's wrong?", said the jogger. "Maybe I can help?".

"Well it's like this", said the old man. "I'm married to a 30 year old ex-model who has a heart of gold. Every morning, she wakes me up with a blow job, then cooks me a fabulous full English breakfast and brings me the paper". Then he bursts into tears again.

"Calm down old boy, that doesn't seem so bad", says the jogger.

"Yes, well when I get up and go downstairs, she's got my slippers out, makes me a cuppa and I sit there and watch the telly. I write down my bets, and she pops down the bookies to put them on for me. When she gets back, we make mad, passionate love in ways I've never experienced, and afterwards, she cooks me a delicious lunch, she's such a fabulous cook". He sobs again.

"I don't understand", says the jogger, "it sounds like you've got it made!".

"Yes, well in the afternoon, I have a little snooze, then she makes me a lovely cooked tea. We watch a bit more telly, then go to bed, and have one more magical lovemaking session before I doze off to sleep". He cries even harder.

"I'm sorry", says the jogger, "but that doesn't sound bad to me at all. Why are you crying about it?".

The old man says "Because I can't remember where I live".

Originally Posted by harrybarracuda

This man is jogging through a park and he sees an old man, sitting alone on a bench, crying gently into his hands.

"Is everything OK?" asked the jogger.

"Not really", replied the old man, sobbing again.

"Well what's wrong?", said the jogger. "Maybe I can help?".

"Well it's like this", said the old man. "I'm married to a 30 year old ex-model who has a heart of gold. Every morning, she wakes me up with a blow job, then cooks me a fabulous full English breakfast and brings me the paper". Then he bursts into tears again.

"Calm down old boy, that doesn't seem so bad", says the jogger.

"Yes, well when I get up and go downstairs, she's got my slippers out, makes me a cuppa and I sit there and watch the telly. I write down my bets, and she pops down the bookies to put them on for me. When she gets back, we make mad, passionate love in ways I've never experienced, and afterwards, she cooks me a delicious lunch, she's such a fabulous cook". He sobs again.

"I don't understand", says the jogger, "it sounds like you've got it made!".

"Yes, well in the afternoon, I have a little snooze, then she makes me a lovely cooked tea. We watch a bit more telly, then go to bed, and have one more magical lovemaking session before I doze off to sleep". He cries even harder.

"I'm sorry", says the jogger, "but that doesn't sound bad to me at all. Why are you crying about it?".

The old man says "Because I can't remember where I live".