The banker saw his old friend Tom, an eighty-year old rancher, in town. Tom had lost his wife a year or so before and rumour had it that he was marrying a 'mail order' bride. Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumour was true. Tom assured him that it was. The banker then asked Tom the age of his new bride to be. Tom proudly said, 'She'll be twenty-one in November.' Now the banker, being the wise man that he was,could see that the sexual appetite of a young woman could not be satisfied by an eighty-year- old man. Wanting his old friend's remaining years to be happy the banker tactfully suggested that Tom should consider getting a hired hand to help him out on the ranch, knowing nature would take its own course. Tom thought this was a good idea and said he would look for one that afternoon. About four months later, the banker ran into Tom in town again. 'How's the new wife?', asked the banker. Tom proudly said, 'Good - she's pregnant.' The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked out, continued, 'And how's the hired hand?' Without hesitating, Tom said, 'She's pregnant too.' Don't ever underestimate old Guys
Pretty funny when you think that an 80 year old can shmooze 2 women into sleeping with him, let alone get them preggers. Hope springs eternal that we can still perform like trained seals at that age. As for me, one woman is enough complexity for me.
No Fannie. We are sometimes, S.I.N.K.s or D.I.N.K.s - Single Income No Kids or Double Income No Kids. But we like practicing. Some women make us feel like kings, some make us drool like fools. You know that already.
At my age, If I hear the pitter-patter of little feet 'round my house IT BETTER BE MICE, OR GRAND BABYZ Mice? You can cave in their lil' foreheadz with ah spring on ah board and ah lil' peanut butter Grand Babyz? You can rent, spoil and then send 'um home
I was born as a child, and that's enough of a handful. My wife comes from a huge family of 9 kids, and mine was 5. I washed more cloth diapers and wiped off more crap out of the cribs and walls, than I want to see again. I was 45 and she was 35 when we married. So we spoil our nieces and nephews, when we see them. Cute little rugrats, until they hit the terrible two and three age. The wife lost count of how many of them there are, so she bought a few extra things before she left. She was still one short.
Tom, when God told Man to go forth an multiply, He didn't figure on Silverfox knowing Algebra and Exponential math. My dad once told me that there were 5,000 of his side of our family in Canada and the US, but over 15,000 of my mother's family in Quebec, alone! Probably went to the same school.
