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02-24-2014, 09:03
Three old men were in a donut shop complaining about getting old.
The 60 year old was complaining about his enlarged prostate. "I can hardly pee," he wailed. "I never know if my whanger is going to work, and if it does, it drizzles all over my pants." The 70 year old snorted and said "you ain't seen nothin' yet. Wait till you get to be my age. I never know if my pooper is going to work, and when it does, if it's ever going to shut off." The 80 year old just shook his head. "You two fools think you got it bad? Every morning about 5 A. M., I whiz like a race horse, and about two hours later, I crap like a goose." The two young un's looked at each other and said that sounds pretty good. What are you complaining about?"
The old man said "I don't wake up until nine."
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The 60 year old was complaining about his enlarged prostate. "I can hardly pee," he wailed. "I never know if my whanger is going to work, and if it does, it drizzles all over my pants." The 70 year old snorted and said "you ain't seen nothin' yet. Wait till you get to be my age. I never know if my pooper is going to work, and when it does, if it's ever going to shut off." The 80 year old just shook his head. "You two fools think you got it bad? Every morning about 5 A. M., I whiz like a race horse, and about two hours later, I crap like a goose." The two young un's looked at each other and said that sounds pretty good. What are you complaining about?"
The old man said "I don't wake up until nine."
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