Okay, guess I’ll be the one to tell it:
An elderly man goes to see the doctor. The doctor runs some tests, comes back, and says, “I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first?”
gulp…“I guess the bad news.”
“The bad news is, you have terminal cancer, you have six months to live.”
“Cancer?! Well, what’s the GOOD news?”
“The good news is, you have Alzheimer’s.”
“Alzheimer’s?! Well, what’s the BAD news?”
The old man says to his wife, “I’m going into town to apply for social security.”
His wife says, “Henry, you don’t have a birth certificate, you can’t get social security without proof of how old you are.”
But he goes to town anyway. That afternoon, he returns home with a check. “So,” his wife asks, “how’d you prove how old you are?”
He smiles. “I just pulled open my shirt and showed 'em all the gray hairs on my chest.”
She smirks. “You should’ve dropped your pants and applied for disability.”
Three old ladies are on a park bench. Suddenly, a flasher leaps out and flashes them.
The first old lady had a stroke.
The second old lady also had a stroke.
The third old lady’s arms were too short to reach.