Etikettarkiv: marriage

Getting married ¤¤¤

Jack, age 92, and Gill , age 89, living in Auckland, are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a chemist shop and Jack suggests they go in.

Jack addresses the man behind the counter:

”Are you the owner?”

The pharmacist answers, ”Yes.”

 

Jack: ”We’re about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?”

Pharmacist: ”Of course we do.”

 

Jack: ”How about medicine for circulation?”

Pharmacist: ”All kinds ”

 

Jack: ”Medicine for rheumatism?”

Pharmacist: ”Definitely.”

 

Jack: ”How about suppositories?”

Pharmacist: ”You bet!”

 

Jack: ”Medicine for memory problems, arthritis, and Alzheimer’s?”

Pharmacist: ”Yes, a large variety. The works..”

 

Jack: ”What about vitamins, sleeping pills, antidotes for Parkinson’s disease?”

Pharmacist: ”Absolutely..”

 

Jack: ”Everything for heartburn and indigestion?”

Pharmacist: ”We sure do…”

 

Jack: ”You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?”

Pharmacist: ”All speeds and sizes.”

 

Jack: ”Adult incontinence pants?”

Pharmacist: ”Sure.”

 

Jack: ”Then we’d like to use this store for our wedding presents list…”

Another Provence contribution from Paul

 

After 50 years of marriage ¤¤¤

After being married for 50 years, I took a careful look at my wife one day and said:

”Fifty years ago we had a cheap house, a junk car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10-inch black and white TV……but I got to sleep every night with a hot 23-year-old girl.”

”Now… I have a $500,000.00 home, a $35,000.00 car, a nice big bed and a large screen TV, but I’m sleeping with a 73-year-old woman. It seems to me that you’re not holding up your side of things.”

My wife is a very reasonable woman.

She told me to go out and find a hot 23-year-old girl and….she would make sure that I would once again be living in a cheap house, driving a junk car, sleeping on a sofa bed and watching a 10-inch black and white TV.
Aren’t older women great?

They really know how to solve an old guy’s problems.

A Contribution from Paul in Provence