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A 97 year old man goes into his doctor’s office.

“Doc, I want my sex drive lowered.”

“Sir”, replied the doctor, “You’re 97. Don’t you think you’re ‘sex drive’ is all in your head?”

“You’re damned right it is!” replied the old man. “That’s why I want it lowered!”

Cinderella was now 75 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now dead Prince, she happily sat upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat called Alan for companionship.

One sunny afternoon, out of nowhere, appeared the Fairy Godmother. Cinderella said “Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years?”

The Fairy Godmother replied, “Well, Cinderella, since you have lived a good, wholesome life since we last met, I have decided to grant you three wishes. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?”

Cinderella is overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration and almost under her breath she uttered her first wish:

“I wish I was wealthy beyond comprehension.”

Instantly, her rocking chair was turned into solid gold.

Cinderella was stunned. Alan, her old faithful cat, jumped off her lap and scampered to the edge of the porch, quivering with fear.

Cinderella said, “Oh thank you, Fairy Godmother!”

The Fairy Godmother replied, “It’s the least I can do. What does your heart wish for your second wish?”

Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, “I wish I were young and full of the beauty of youth again.”

At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful youthful visage returned.

Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years and long forgotten vigor and vitality began to course through her very soul.

Then the Fairy Godmother again spoke. “You have one more wish, what will you have?” Cinderella looked over to the frightened cat in the corner and said, “I wish you to transform Alan my old cat into a beautiful, and handsome young man.”

Magically, Alan suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological make-up, that when complete he stood before her, a boy, so beautiful the like of which she nor the world had ever seen, so fair indeed that birds begun to fall from the sky at his feet.

The Fairy Godmother again spoke. “Congratulations, Cinderella. Enjoy your new life.” And, with a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, she was gone.

For a few eerie moments, Alan and Cinderella looked into each other’s eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect boy she had ever seen.

Then Alan walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his young muscular arms.

He leaned in close to her ear, whispered, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath, “I bet you regret having me neutered now, don’t you?

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids?
If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions. How old are you?. “I’m four and a half. You’re never 36 and a half. You’re four and a half going on five!
That’s the key. You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number. How old are you? “I’m gonna be 16.” You could be 12, but you’re gonna be 16.
And then the greatest day of your life happens, you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony: You BECOME 21! YES!
But then you turn 30. Ooohhh what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED, we had to throw him out. There’s no fun now.
What’s wrong? What changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING 40. Stay over there, it’s all slipping away!
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, you’re PUSHING 40, you REACH 50 And your dreams are gone.
Then you MAKE IT to 60. You didn’t think you’d make it! So you BECOME 21, you TURN 30, you’re PUSHING 40, you REACH 50, you MAKE IT to 60. Then you build up so much speed you HIT 70!
After that, it’s a day by day thing. After that, you HIT Wednesday.
You get into your 80′s, you HIT lunch. My grandmother won’t even buy green bananas. It’s an investment you know, and maybe a bad one.
And it doesn’t end there. Into the 90′s you start going backwards.
I was JUST 92.
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again: “I’m 100 and a half!”

I’m the life of the party… even when it lasts ’till 8pm.

I’m very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer.

I’m usually interested in going home before I get to where I’m going.

I’m good on a trip for at least an hour without my aspirin, antacid…

I’m the first one to find the bathroom wherever I go.

I’m awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.

I’m smiling all the time because I can’t hear a word you’re saying.

I’m very good at telling stories… over and over and over and over.

I’m aware that other people’s grandchildren are not as bright as mine.

I’m so cared for: long-term care, eye care, private care, dental care..

I’m not grouchy, I just don’t like traffic, waiting, politicians…

I’m positive I did housework correctly before the Internet.

I’m sure everything I can’t find is in a secure place.

I’m wrinkled, saggy and lumpy, and that’s just my left leg.

I’m having trouble remembering simple words like…uh….

I’m now spending more time with my pillows than with my mate.

I’m realizing that aging is not for sissies.

I’m walking more (to the bathroom) and enjoying it less.

I’m sure they are making adults much younger these days.

I’m in the initial state of my golden years: SS, CD’s, IRA’s, AARP…

I’m wondering if you’re only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 50?

I’m anti-everything now: anti-fat, anti-smoke, anti-noise, anti-inflammatory.

I’m supporting all movements now… by eating bran, prunes and raisins.

I’m a walking storeroom of facts… I’ve just lost the storeroom.

I’m a Senior Citizen and I think I am having the time of my life!



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