I was standing at the bar at the Legion post one night minding my own business when this FAT ugly chick came up behind me, grabbed my behind, and said, “You’re kinda cute. You gotta phone number?
I said, “Yeah, you gotta pen?”
She said, “Yeah, I got a pen”.
I said, “You better get back in it before the farmer misses you.”
Cost me 6 stitches…but,
When you’re over seventy………….who cares?

I went to the drugstore and told the clerk …”Give me 3 packets of condoms, please”
Lady Clerk: “Do you need a paper bag with that, sir?”;
I said “Nah… She’s pretty good lookin’…”
When you’re over seventy………….who cares?

I was talking to a young woman at the Legion last night.
She said, “If you lost a few pounds, had a shave, and got your hair cut, you’d look all right.”;
I said, “If I did that, I’d be talking to your friends over there instead of you.”;
Cost me a fat lip, but… When you’re over seventy…………who cares?

I was telling a woman in the Club about my ability to guess what day a woman was born just by feeling her breasts.
“Really,” she said, “Go on then.. try.”
After about thirty seconds of fondling, she began to lose patience and said, “Come on, what day was I born?”
I said, “Yesterday.”
Cost me a kick in the groin, but…When you’re over seventy…..who cares?

I got caught taking a pee in the swimming pool today. The lifeguard shouted at me so loud, I nearly fell in.
When you’re over seventy…..who cares?

I went to our Legion last night and saw a BIG woman dancing on a table.
I said, “Good legs.”
The girl giggled and said, “Do you really think so?”
I said, “Definitely! Most tables would have collapsed by now.”
When you’re over seventy….who cares?