A 70-year-old dowager concluded that the time had come to wed once more. She put an advertisement in the local daily paper that read:
“Husband needed! Must be in my age group, must not beat me, must not circled on me, should in any case be great in bed. All candidates please apply face to face.”
The next day, she heard the doorbell. Regrettably, she opened the way to see a silver haired respectable man sitting in a wheelchair. He had no arms or legs.
“You’re not by any means requesting that I think about you, will be you?” the dowager asked: “Simply take a gander at you — you have no legs!”
The old gent grinned: “In this way, I can’t circled on you!”
“You don’t have any arms it is possible that!” she grunted.
Again, the old man grinned: “In this manner, I can never beat you!”
She raised an eyebrow and asked eagerly: “Would you say you are still great in bed?”
The old man reclined, radiated a major grin and stated: “I rang the doorbell, didn’t I?”