Answer my Question with a question?????

We could probably add our ages together and not reach theirs, don't ya think?

Butts and ages always seems to rile you girls, I wonder why that is?

Maybe because of the company we keep?

Isn't that your owm choice? :wink:

Dutchy, did you see how those two whippersnappers have been making fun of our old age! What did we fight the First World War for?

Sweat blood and tears it costs us and what do we get in return, ridiculed by two ungrateful hobbledehoys with no respect for two medal bedecked heroes. What are we going to do about them?

You two must be old coots...listen to that lingo your throwing around would you?

Big Mama has spoken, can't you show us any respect?

I'll show you big Mama....wait a second - you just like it rough don't you?

The white knight rides again, thrusting, picking and jabbing, you love that don't you Big Mama?

I'm not sure whether to be offended or to laugh at you you know?

To be on the safe side I'll retract my post, hate to offend my dear friend. Feel better now Miss Alabama?

I think I'll keep a hold of my walking stick to ward off any unforeseen advances, you can't be too careful at my age can you?

I would think you would WELCOME ANY advances at your age Try don't you? :wink:

(thank you muchly Dutchy kind sir! :wink: )

Any advances on the Blue Boy? Taking Bets Now!

Oh I am sure he gets advanced on plenty...and I am also sure he rarely uses the cane...aren't you?

I am sorry; I won't be drawn into a butt kicking contest. Gus is my libido advisor, and he done said that musk rat is irresistible. Do you agree?

huh?

Girls - do you think we oughta ask Gus?

Sorry....what is libido?

Dutchy said it has something to do with cooking…

A man wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot.

The doctor comes in and says, "Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now, you probably won't remember, but you were in a pile-up on the freeway. You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything, but..... Something happened. I'm trying to break this gently, but the fact is, your willy was chopped off in the wreck, and we were unable to find it."

The man groans, but the doctor goes on, "You've got $9000 in insurance compensation coming to you, and we have the technology now to build you a new willy that will work as well as your old one did - better in fact! But the thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's $1000 an inch."

The man perks up at this.

"So," the doctor says, "it's for you to decide how many inches you want. But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a five inch one before, and you decide to go for a nine incher, she might be a bit put out.

But, if you had a nine inch one before, and you decide only to invest in a five incher this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important that she plays a role in helping you make the decision."

The man agrees to talk with his wife. The doctor comes back the next day.

"So," says the doctor, "have you spoken with your wife?"

"I have," says the man.

"And has she helped you in making the decision?"

"She has," says the man.

"And what is it?" asks the doctor.

"We're getting a new kitchen."