A friend of mine, whom i have worked with for the past two years, passed away suddenly earlier this week. He was a good man, and could always lift a room up regardless of the environment.
We were having a chat a couple weeks ago, and all of a sudden he started giggling. When I asked what was so funny, he came back with this joke:
Two old age pensioners are having a 69.
After five minutes he says, “Sorry, love, the smell’s too bad down there – I can’t carry on.”
“That’ll be my arthritis,” she says.
“What? I never heard of anyone having arthritis in their fanny before.”
“No,” she says. “It’s in my arms and hands… I can’t wipe me arse.”