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Carl in Tampa
06-06-2014, 05:48 PM
Trials and Tribulations of Getting Old

"Sixty is the worst age to be," said the 60-year-old man. "You always feel like you have to pee and most of the time you stand there and nothing happens !"

"Ah, that's nothin," said the 70-year-old. "When you're seventy, you can't have a regular bowel movement any more. You take laxatives, eat bran, sit on the can all day and nothin' happens!"

"Actually," said the 80-year-old, "Eighty is the worst age of all."

"Do you have trouble peeing, too?" asked the 60-year old.

"No, not really I pee every morning at 6:00. I pee like a racehorse on a flat rock; no problem at all."

"So, do you have a problem with your bowel movement?"

"No, I have one every morning at 6:30."

With great exasperation, the 60-year-old said, "Let me get this straight. You pee every morning at 6:00 and poop every morning at 6:30. So what's so bad about being 80?"

"I don't wake up until 7:00.

:shocked:

2BNTV
06-06-2014, 05:53 PM
Trials and Tribulations of Getting Old

"Sixty is the worst age to be," said the 60-year-old man. "You always feel like you have to pee and most of the time you stand there and nothing happens !"

"Ah, that's nothin," said the 70-year-old. "When you're seventy, you can't have a regular bowel movement any more. You take laxatives, eat bran, sit on the can all day and nothin' happens!"

"Actually," said the 80-year-old, "Eighty is the worst age of all."

"Do you have trouble peeing, too?" asked the 60-year old.

"No, not really I pee every morning at 6:00. I pee like a racehorse on a flat rock; no problem at all."

"So, do you have a problem with your bowel movement?"

"No, I have one every morning at 6:30."

With great exasperation, the 60-year-old said, "Let me get this straight. You pee every morning at 6:00 and poop every morning at 6:30. So what's so bad about being 80?"

"I don't wake up until 7:00.

:shocked:

Cute. :smiley:

My mom use to say the seventies were great.

The eighties were ok.

The ninties stunk!!!

Mom pass at 93, and she was in distress near the end.