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Read all jokes from:Over the Hill (+599)
The Senate is investigating deceptive sweepstakes practices. These companies target the elderly and make them think they will receive a bunch of money, but in reality they never see any of it. The most popular of these scams is called Social Security.
Read all jokes from:Over the Hill (+599)
After a spring break, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent the holidays. One child wrote the following:
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I have found at my age going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of my face. You’re getting old when you don’t care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don’t have to go along. Statistics show that at the age of seventy, there are five women to every man. Isn’t that an ironic time for a guy to get those odds? Middle age is when it takes longer to rest than to get tired. By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he’s too old to go anywhere. Middle age is when you have stopped growing at both ends, and have begun to grow in the middle. Someone has described heaven as a family reunion that never ends. What could hell possibly be like? Home videos of the same reunion? A man has reached middle age when he is cautioned to slow down by his Doctor instead of by the police. Middle age is having a choice of two temptations and choosing the one that will get you home earlier. You know you’re into middle age when you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise. At my age, “getting a little action” means I don’t need to take a laxative. Don’t worry about avoiding temptation. As you grow older, it will avoid you. The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work its way through Congress. You’re getting old when “getting lucky” means you find your car in the parking lot. You’re getting old when your wife gives up fooling around for Lent, and you don’t know till the 4th of July. You’re getting old when you wake up with that morning – after feeling, and you didn’t do anything the night before.
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A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and contentment. Then a new school year began. The very next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash can they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day, until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action. The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said, “You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your exuberance like that. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I’ll give you each a dollar if you’ll promise to come around every day and do your thing.” The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trash cans. After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad smile on his face. “This recession’s really putting a big dent in my income,” he told them. “From now on, I’ll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans.” The noisemakers were obviously displeased, but they did accept his offer and continued their afternoon ruckus. A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down the street. “Look,” he said, “I haven’t received my Social Security check yet, so I’m not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?” “A lousy quarter?” the drum leader exclaimed. “If you think we’re going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you’re nuts! No way, mister. We quit!” And the old man enjoyed peace.
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There’s quite an art to falling apart as the years go by, I smell of Vick’s-Vapo-Rub, not Chanel # 5; Well, you get the idea, what more can I say?
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An elderly couple sat through a porno movie twice. They didn’t get up to leave until the theater was ready to close for the night. “You folks must’ve enjoyed the show,” the usher said. “Disgusting!” said the old lady. “It was revolting,” her husband added. “Then why did you sit through it twice?” the usher asks. “We had to wait until you turned up the house lights,” the old lady replied. “We couldn’t find my panties and his teeth were in them!”
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A young man asked an old rich man how he made his money. The old guy fingered his worsted wool vest and said, “Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel.” “I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents.” “The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5:00 pm for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I’d accumulated a fortune of $1.37.” “Then my wife’s father died and left us two million dollars.”
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Mrs. Jones had been a staple of her local congregation for many years and that is why her absence had been noticed lately. The pastor decided to drop by her house to check up on her after the Sunday service. He knocked on her door, and being that she’s nearly 85, it took her a bit to get to the door.
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One Sunday, sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a State Police Officer sees a car puttering along at 22 MPH. He thinks to himself, “This driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!” So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over. Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies – two in the front seat and three in the back – wide eyed and white as ghosts. The driver, obviously confused, says to him, “Officer, I don’t understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! I always go exactly the speed limit. What seems to be the problem?” “Ma’am,” the officer replies, “you weren’t speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers.” “Slower than the speed limit? No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly! Twenty-two miles an hour!” the old woman says a bit proudly. The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her that “22″ was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarrassed, the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error. “But before I let you go, Ma’am, I have to ask . . . Is everyone in this car OK? These women seem awfully shaken and they haven’t muttered a single peep this whole time,” the officer asks with concern. “Oh, they’ll be all right in a minute officer. We just got off Route 119.”
Read all jokes from:Over the Hill (+599), Redneck (+1459)
A older woman down south goes into the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is properly written. (She had always been known for her accuracy to details, second only to her famous sense of thrift.) Only his beloved pickup truck remained to remind her of his presence.
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