A ThirdAger is confiding to a friend one day that his marriage isn't what it once was.

"You know," he says, "my wife has taken to insisting that I turn off the lights before we make love."

"That's not unusual," the other man says. "It shouldn't bother you."

"Oh, that in and of itself doesn't bother me so much," the man says. "The problem is that as soon as I turn out the lights, she hides and I can't find her."

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