Bob, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25 year-old blonde who knocks everyone's socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm and who hangs over Bob's arm and listens intently to his every word. His buddies at the club are all aghast. At the very first chance, they corner him and ask, "Bob, how'd you get the trophy girlfriend?" Bob replies, "Girlfriend? She's my wife!" They're knocked over, but continue to ask. "So, how'd you persuade her to marry you?" "I lied about my age", Bob replies. "Did you tell her you were only 50?" Bob smiles and says, "No, I told her I was 90."

 

 

 

now you can stop telling jokes about me

 

You're not blonde

 

ah shit. this is true...

 

You're much better...










.... you at least stick to rich guys your own age

 

this is true!

 

So... Has the cheapskate proposed to you yet?

 

you will have PM shortly babe