Young Husband
When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old lady sitting on a park bench sobbing her eyes out. I stopped and asked her what was wrong.
She said, ‘I have a 22 year old husband at home. He makes love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground coffee.’
I said, ‘Well, then why are you crying?’
She said, ‘He makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favourite brownies and then makes love to me for half the afternoon.
I said, ‘Well, why are you crying?’
She said, ‘For dinner he makes me a gourmet meal with wine and my favourite dessert and then makes love to me until 2:00 am.’
I said, ‘Well, why in the world would you be crying?’
She said, ‘I can’t remember where I live!’