Don't know if you've heard this one. In another thread Ed's asking about something and I can't for the life of me remember something I should remember, guess my geriatric state is approching critical levels.
But I remember this.
A guy is jogging through the park and comes upon an old man sitting on a bench, crying his eyes out. He stops and asks, "hey old guy, what's up, anything I can help you with?"
The old man blows his nose, regains his composure, and says, "Well, I just got married last week. Young, beautiful thing, 25, ex-stripper."
"WOW!" the jogger says, "that's great! Congratulations!"
"Yeah, she's great. I thought she married me for my money, but all she wants is sex. I wake up in the morning, and we have hot sex. I go to sit in the barber shop in the morning and come back at noon for lunch, but she won't feed me until we have sex. Then I go play chess at the retirement home and come home for dinner, but first - hot sex. Then we go to bed and have sex until after midnight. She's insatiable."
The jogger is amazed. "WOW! You're one lucky man! But I don't understand what the problem is!"
"Well . . . " the old man sobs . . . .
"I can't remember where I live."
