View Full Version : The older crowd

June Pelo
08-02-12, 17:58
A distraught senior citizen phoned her doctor's office.
'Is it true,' she wanted to know, 'that the medication you prescribed has to be taken for the rest of my life?'
'Yes, I'm afraid so,' the doctor told her.
There was a moment of silence before the senior lady replied,
I'm wondering, then, Just how serious my condition is, because this prescription is marked 'NO REFILLS'.

An older gentleman was on the operating table awaiting surgery, and he insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon,
perform the operation.
As he was about to get the anesthesia, he asked to speak to his son.
'Yes, Dad, what is it? '
'Don't be nervous, son; do your best, and just remember, if it doesn't go well, if something happens to me, your mother is going to come and live with you and your wife....'
Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. This is so true. I love
to hear them say, "You don't look that old."
The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Some people try to turn back their odometers.
Not me!
I want people to know 'why' I look this way.
I've traveled a long way, And some of the roads weren't paved.

When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth, think of Algebra.
You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.
Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.

First you forget names,
then you forget faces.
Then you forget to pull up your zipper.
It's worse when you forget to pull it down.
Two guys, one old, one young are pushing their carts around Wal-Mar when they collide.
The old guy says to the young guy, 'Sorry about that. I'm looking for my wife, and I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.
The young guy says, 'That's OK; it's a coincidence. I'm looking for my wife, too ...' I can't find her, and I'm getting a little desperate.'
The old guy says, 'Well, maybe I can help you find her. What does she look like?'
The young guy says, 'Well, she is 27 yrs old, tall, with red hair, blue eyes, is buxom, wearing no bra, long legs, and is wearing short shorts.
What does your wife look like?'
To which the old guy says, 'Doesn't matter; let's look for yours.'
And, this final one ...
Lord, keep your arm around my shoulder, and your hand over my mouth!