Husband Wanted

A lonely widow, age 70, decided that it was time to get married again.
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 &
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 grey-haired gentleman sitting in a
wheelchair.

He had no arms or legs.

The old 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 arms either!”

Again, the old man smiled,”Therefore, I can never beat you!”

She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, “Are you still good in   bed???”

The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said, “Rang the doorbell didn’t I?”

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About Isabella LeCour

She is nothing more than the collections of thoughts placed into the virtual worlds. She is a poet, a mother, a lover, many things to different people. But mostly, she is nothing but smoke and mirrors - some ethereal thing that blinks in an out of existence.
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