Yesterday, I got a friend request from a young, attractive guy—around 19 or 20. Naturally, I was curious. Why would someone that young want to be friends with me on Facebook?
So, I accepted, and he immediately started sending me private messages.
He called me beautiful and asked how old I was. I’m not one to lie, so I told him, adding that I’m quite a bit older than him.
Honestly, flattery isn’t the worst thing, so I let him keep talking. But then, it didn’t take long before he asked if we could talk about “adult things.”
I said, “Sure.”
His response? “Thank you, babe, you start.”
So, I did! I shared some real adult things—like how my arthritis makes my knees ache, how my back acts up in the cold, and that I have crazy insomnia. Oh, and I mentioned my pacemaker. Can’t forget that, right?
I even told him about the laxatives. And yes, I proudly shared that I have good-quality dentures.
I was as honest as I could be about “adult things,” but for some reason, he blocked me! 😂
The Elevator Fart That Had Me Laughing
An old woman was riding an elevator in a fancy New York City building. As the doors opened, a young, beautiful woman stepped in, smelling like expensive perfume.
She turned to the old woman and smugly said, “Ralph Lauren’s ‘Romance,’ $150 an ounce!”
Then, another young, beautiful woman stepped in, looking just as arrogant, and said, “Chanel No. 5, $200 an ounce!”
About three floors later, the old woman reached her stop. As she was about to get off, she looked both women in the eye, bent over, farted, and said, “Broccoli. 49 cents a pound!”
LOL!!!
Hope that made you smile! Have a fantastic day! 😊
