An older lady gets pulled over for speeding…

Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?

Officer: Ma’am, you were speeding.

Older Woman: Oh, I see.

Officer: Can I see your license please?

Older Woman: I’d give it to you but I don’t have one.

Officer: Don’t have one?

Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.

Officer: I see…Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.

Older Woman: I can’t do that.

Officer: Why not?

Older Woman: I stole this car.

Officer: Stole it?

Older Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.

Officer: You what?

Older Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see

The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.

Officer 2: Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle please! The woman steps out of her vehicle.

Older woman: Is there a problem sir?

Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.

Older Woman: Murdered the owner?

Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.

The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.

Officer 2: Is this your car, ma’am?

Older Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers.
The officer is quite stunned.

Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.

The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.

The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.

Officer 2: Thank you ma’am, one of my officers told me you didn’t have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.

Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.

Sally, a difficult independent 75 year old, liked sitting by the park feeding the pigeons. One day she brought with her a whole bun of fresh bread just to feed her daily company. Little by little, pinch-by-pinch, she fed each pigeon with joy. She sat there without being noticed by anyone in our rich suburban neighborhood.

Then suddenly a man in his early 40’s rained on my mom’s parade by telling her that she shouldn’t throw away good food on a bunch of pigeons that can find food anywhere… when there are a lot of people starving in Africa, says the stranger.

Then my mother said in crazed anger and without hesitation, “Well, hell, I can’t throw that far!”

The local news station was interviewing an 84-year-old lady because she had just gotten married — for the fourth time.

The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 84, and then about her new husband’s occupation.

“He’s a funeral director,” she answered.

“Interesting,” the newsman thought.

He then asked her if she wouldn’t mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living.

She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she first married a banker when she was in her early 20’s, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40’s, later on a preacher when in her 60’s, and now, in her 80’s, a funeral director.

The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers.

“Easy, son,” she smiled. “I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go!”

Mabeline, an elderly lady in a retirement home, was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair and loved to charge around the corners at maximum speed, pretending she was driving a Ferrari. The other residents tolerated her, and some actually joined in!

One day, Mabeline was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and a male resident stepped out with his arm outstretched. “Stop!” he said in a firm voice. “Have you got a license for that thing?” Mabeline fished around in her handbag on her lap and pulled out a Kit-Kat wrapper which she held up to him. “OK” he said and she went on her way.

After taking the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, another man stepped out in front of her and yelled, “Stop! Have you got a valid road tax for your vehicle, madam?” Mabeline dug into her handbag again and pulled out an old supermarket receipt which she held up to him and he allowed her to carry on.

Going down the final corridor before the front door, a third resident stepped out in front of her. This one was stark naked and was holding a sizable erection in his hand. “Oh No,” said Mabeline, “…not the breathalyzer again!”

One night, at the lodge of a hunting club, two new members were being introduced to other members and shown around. The man leading them around said, “See that old man asleep in the chair by the fireplace? He is our oldest member and can tell you some hunting stories you’ll never forget.” They awakened the old man and asked him to tell them a hunting story.

“Well, I remember back in 1944, we went on a lion hunting exposition in Africa. We were on foot and hunted for three days without seeing a thing. On the fourth day, I was so tired I had to rest my feet. I found a fallen tree, so I laid my gun down, propped my head on the tree, and fell asleep. I don’t know how long I was asleep when I was awakened by a noise in the bushes. I was reaching for my gun when the biggest lion I ever seen jumped out of the bushes at me like this, ROOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!……. I tell you, I just shit my pants.”

The young men looked astonished and one of them said, “I don’t blame you, I would have shit my pants too if a lion jumped out at me.”

The old man shook his head and said, “No, no, not then, just now when I said ROOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!”

Mabeline, an elderly lady in a retirement home, was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair and loved to charge around the corners at maximum speed, pretending she was driving a Ferrari. The other residents tolerated her, and some actually joined in!

One day, Mabeline was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and a male resident stepped out with his arm outstretched. “Stop!” he said in a firm voice. “Have you got a license for that thing?” Mabeline fished around in her handbag on her lap and pulled out a Kit-Kat wrapper which she held up to him. “OK” he said and she went on her way.

After taking the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, another man stepped out in front of her and yelled, “Stop! Have you got a valid road tax for your vehicle, madam?” Mabeline dug into her handbag again and pulled out an old supermarket receipt which she held up to him and he allowed her to carry on.

Going down the final corridor before the front door, a third resident stepped out in front of her. This one was stark naked and was holding a sizable erection in his hand. “Oh No,” said Mabeline, “…not the breathalyzer again!”

Three elderly men are talking about their aches, pains and bodily functions. The seventy-year old man says, “I have this problem. I wake up every morning at seven and it takes me twenty minutes to tinkle.”

The eighty-year old man says, “My case is worse. I get up at eight and I sit there and grunt and groan for half an hour before I finally have a BM.”

The ninety-year old says, “At seven I pee like a horse, at eight I flop like a cow.”

“So what’s your problem?” ask the others.

“I don’t wake up until nine.”

You see this young lad walks out of a store and sees an elderly man sitting on a bench crying. This young lad walks over to the man to check to see if he is O.k.!

Young Lad: Sir, are you Okay?

Old Man: Yes, it’s my birthday today (and he is still crying)

Young Lad: Wow, it’s a special day for you.

Old Man.: Yes it is. I’m 82 today (and still crying.)

Young Lad: Even better, you look great for your age.

Old Man: Thank you, and I just got married (and he is still crying.)

Young Lad: Married!! Gee, that’s great! 82 and married, wow! You’ve got a whole new life ahead of you.

Old Man: I married a 25 year old.

Young Lad: Holly Molly!! Even better.

Old Man: We have sex every day! (he’s till crying)

Young Lad: I don’t even have sex everyday, you lucky person you.

Old Man: Yes, I am, and I’ve forgotten where I live.

At the Nursing Home a man took his elderly father to a nursing home to check it out. He sat his father down on a sofa in the main aisle way and went to talk with the administrators.

The old man started to tilt slowly toward the left. A Doctor came by and said, “Let me help you.” The Doctor piled several pillows on the left side of the old man so he would stay upright.

The older man started to tilt slowly to the right. An orderly noticed and put several more pillows on his right side to keep him upright.

The old man started to lean forward when a nurse came by and piled several pillows in front of him. About this time, the son returned.

“Well, Dad, isn’t this a nice place.”

The old man replied, “I guess it’s ok, but they won’t let me fart.”

The eighty-eight-year-old millionaire married an eighteen-year-
old country girl. He was quite content, but after a few weeks
she told him that she was going to leave him if she didn’t get
some loving real soon. He had his chauffeured limousine take
him to a high-priced specialist who studied him and then gave
him a shot of spermatozoa. “Now look,” the doctor said, “the
only way you’re going to get it up is to say “beep,” and then to
get it soft again, you say, “beep, beep.”

“How marvelous,” the old man said.

“Yes, but I must warn you,” the doctor said,” it’s only going to
work three times before you die.”

On his way home, the man decided he wasn’t going to live
through three of them anyway, so he decided to waste one
trying it out. “Beep!” he said. Immediately he was UP. Satisfied,
he said, “beep, beep,” and he was down again. He chuckled
with delight and anticipation. At that moment, a little yellow
Volkswagen pulled past his limousine and went “beep,” and the
car in the opposite lane responded with “beep beep.”

Alert to his jeopardy, the old man instructed his chauffeur to
“speed it up.” He raced into the house as fast as he could for
his last great lay. “Honey,” he shouted at her, “don’t ask
questions. Just drop your clothes and hope into bed.” Caught
up in his excitement, she did. He undressed nervously and
hurried in after her. Just as he was climbing into bed, he said,
“beep,” and he was UP.

He was just starting to enter his young wife when she said,,
“What’s all this “beep beep” shit?”