MY PRIVATE PART DIED
Now that I have turned the big 5 – oh, and started to peer down the bell-shape curve of life, my wonderful friends seem to delight in sending me ‘old-man’ jokes. (Hmph!)
At least they don’t use my actual name….
An old man, Mr. Wallace, was living in a nursing home. One day he
appeared to be very sad and depressed.
Nurse Tracy asked him if there was anything wrong. “Yes, Nurse Tracy,” said Mr. Wallace.
“My Private Part died today, and I am very sad.”
Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little
crazy, she replied, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Wallace. Please accept my
condolences.”
The following day, Mr. Wallace was walking down the hall with his
Private Part hanging out of his pajamas.
He met Nurse Tracy. “Mr. Wallace,’ she said, ‘You shouldn’t be walking
down the hall like that. Please put your Private Part back inside
your pajamas.”
“But, Nurse Tracy I can’t,’ replied Mr. Wallace. ‘I told you yesterday
that my Private Part died.”
“Yes,’ said Nurse Tracy , ‘you did tell me that, but why is it hanging
out of your pajamas?”
(You’ve gotta love this.)
“Well, he replied, ‘Today is the viewing.”
Look for me coming out of the corn in the outfield real soon.
This kind of humor has to stop right now! I feel bad enough already…. 😉
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