HCS
02-27-2007, 05:28 PM
FACELIFT
A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. She spends
$15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she
stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the
clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I
am?"
"About 32," is the reply. "Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says
happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter
girl the very same question. The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29." The
woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50." Now she's feeling
really good about herself.
She stops in a drug store on her wa y down the street. She goes up to
the counter to get some mints
and asks the clerk this burning question. The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd
say 30." Again she proudly responds, "I'm 50, but thank you!"
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next
to her the same question.
He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I
was young, there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It
sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your
bra. Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are." They
wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best
of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead." &n bsp; He
slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very
slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast. He pushes her
breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old am
I?" He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands,
and says, "Madam, you are 50."
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could
you tell?" The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?" "I promise I
won't." she says. "I was behind you in line at McDonald's."
A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. She spends
$15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she
stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the
clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I
am?"
"About 32," is the reply. "Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says
happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter
girl the very same question. The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29." The
woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50." Now she's feeling
really good about herself.
She stops in a drug store on her wa y down the street. She goes up to
the counter to get some mints
and asks the clerk this burning question. The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd
say 30." Again she proudly responds, "I'm 50, but thank you!"
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next
to her the same question.
He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I
was young, there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It
sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your
bra. Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are." They
wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best
of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead." &n bsp; He
slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very
slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast. He pushes her
breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old am
I?" He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands,
and says, "Madam, you are 50."
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could
you tell?" The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?" "I promise I
won't." she says. "I was behind you in line at McDonald's."