As everyone knows, quite a lot of hanky-panky goes on at old folks' homes, and Max and Sadie were a case in point. Being in their 90s, the old dears couldn't do very much, but every Friday afternoon Sadie would go into Max's room for 15 minutes and hold his penis. This happy state of affairs continued for a few months until one Friday, Sadie arrived for their assignation and Max wasn't in his room. Fearing the worst - Max was, after all, 94 - Sadie asks an attendant if Max is all right.
'No worries, luv,' the attendant replies. 'I just saw him go into Esther's room.'
None too pleased at this, Sadie hobbles her way into the room in question and, sure enough, there is Esther holding Max's penis.
'You bastard, Max,' snaps Sadie. 'I thought we meant something to each other. What's Esther got that I haven't got?'
And Max says, 'Parkinson's.'
Boru
[apos in advance to any nonagenarians, Parkinson's patients, or nursing home staff/administrators offended by the above]
'No worries, luv,' the attendant replies. 'I just saw him go into Esther's room.'
None too pleased at this, Sadie hobbles her way into the room in question and, sure enough, there is Esther holding Max's penis.
'You bastard, Max,' snaps Sadie. 'I thought we meant something to each other. What's Esther got that I haven't got?'
And Max says, 'Parkinson's.'
Boru
[apos in advance to any nonagenarians, Parkinson's patients, or nursing home staff/administrators offended by the above]
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson