This morning I received a phone call from a gorgeous
ex-girlfriend who called 'out-of-the-blue' to see if
I was still around. We lost track of time, chatting about
the wild, romantic times we used to enjoy together.?
couldn't believe it when she asked if I'd be
interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of that
'old magic.' I was flabbergasted.? 'I don't
know if I could keep pace with you now,' I said,
'I'm a bit older and a bit greyer and balder than
when you last saw me. Plus I don't really have the
energy I used to have.'

She just giggled and said she was sure I would 'rise to
the challenge'
'Yeah.' I said. 'Just so long as you don't
mind a man with a waistline that's a few inches wider
these days! Not to mention my lack of muscle tone...stuff
sagging, my teeth not as white and jowls like a Great Dane!

She laughed and told me to stop being so silly.? She teased
me, saying that tubby, grey-haired, older men were cute, and
she was sure I would still be a great lover.

Then she giggled,? 'I've put on quite a bit of
weight myself!'


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So I told her to fu *ck off.

Last night I actually DREAMT a joke. And it's not the first time.

This time it was "My wife complained to her plastic surgeon and said he should do the job again. Now she's got six noses."

Weird eh?