Is this acceptable?? Mover over, mr q; a joke which isn't a joke.

There was an old guy crying on a park bench. He was in his late 80s or somethng.

A friendly chap came along to comfort him, tell him that today is the first day of the rest of his life, stuff like that.

The old guy tried to explain. He had met a woman of about 30 and they had fallen in love with each other. They had had wild sex from the very start, and it just got wilder. The guy went for his meds from the chemist, and when he got back the sex was off the wall. He had been for a heart check-up, and when he returned the sex was so kinky that they had both been left exhausted. It had been going on month after month.

So she has left you, the friendly chap said.

No, she’s waiting for me right now, answered the old guy.

That’s incredible, said the friendly chap. Why are you crying? People would give up everything to have your life. What’s the problem???

I can’t remember where I live, came the tearful reply

1 member liked this post.

tinks

Now for a football joke.

Dementia is a horrible subject to joke about, like football, but humour is our way of handling it.

Sorry, Linda, this is not so funny as the park bench joke, but they are meant to be unfunny.

Bill was fiddling around with his car parts (note my politeness) one day when he got a phone call from Norman. That was funny as he’d not heard from Norman in about 20 years. Norman said he has couple of tickets for the Cup Final on the morrow – Liverpool v Man City – a match not to be missed for a pair of Man City fans. The tickets were like gold dust, so Bill accepted right away.

The next day, Bill and Norman met at the gates and went in to see a great game. They cheered, jeered, sang, chanted, hugged one another when goals were scored. A bit of  male bonding, you know, nothing funny, like, but it made them feel normal when everyone else was doing it.

At half time, Bill told Norman he was puzzled as to why he’d been offered such tickets when they hadn’t been in touch for 20 years. Was nobody else wanting to come? Norman’s wife, for example. “Oh, she died” came the reply. Bill went serious – “I’m sorry to hear that, Norman”. Norman went serious too – “Yeah, still let’s not spoil the day, hey?

“What about your friends, though?” said Bill. “Surely, they must have wanted to come?”

Oh, yeah, I asked them”, replied Bill. “But they all said they’d rather go to her funeral”.

You all have a wonderful day!