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>A lonely spinster, aged 70, decided that it was time
>to get married.
>She put an ad in the local paper that read:
>"HUSBAND WANTED, MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's), MUST NOT BEAT ME,
>MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME AND MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!
>ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON."
>On the second day she heard the doorbell. Much to her
>dismay, she opened the
>door to see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in a
>wheel chair. He had no arms or legs.
>The woman said, "You're not really asking me to
>consider you, are you? Just
>look at you...you have no legs!"
>The old man smiled, "Therefore I cannot run around on
>you!"
>She snorted. "You don't have any hands either!"
>
>Again the old man smiled, "Nor can I beat you!"
>She raised an eyebrow and gazed intently. "Are you
>still good in bed?"
>With that, the old gentleman beamed a broad smile and
>said, "I rang the doorbell didn't I?"...
>A lonely spinster, aged 70, decided that it was time
>to get married.
>She put an ad in the local paper that read:
>"HUSBAND WANTED, MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's), MUST NOT BEAT ME,
>MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME AND MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!
>ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON."
>On the second day she heard the doorbell. Much to her
>dismay, she opened the
>door to see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in a
>wheel chair. He had no arms or legs.
>The woman said, "You're not really asking me to
>consider you, are you? Just
>look at you...you have no legs!"
>The old man smiled, "Therefore I cannot run around on
>you!"
>She snorted. "You don't have any hands either!"
>
>Again the old man smiled, "Nor can I beat you!"
>She raised an eyebrow and gazed intently. "Are you
>still good in bed?"
>With that, the old gentleman beamed a broad smile and
>said, "I rang the doorbell didn't I?"...