When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old lady sitting on a park
bench sobbing her eyes out. I stopped and asked her what was wrong.
She said, 'I have a 22 year old husband at home. He makes love to me
every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh
fruit and freshly ground coffee.'
I said, 'Well, then why are you crying?' She said, 'He makes me
homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love
to me for half the afternoon.
I said, 'Well, why are you crying?' She said, 'For dinner he makes me
a gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then makes love
to me until 2:00 a.m.' I said, 'Well, why in the world would you be
crying?' She said, 'I can't remember where I live!'
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