11-23-2017, 07:06 PM
An elderly couple is sitting in the kitchen one morning, having their usual quiet Thanksgiving. She in her old, thin nightgown... he in his robe. As usual, he's holding up the paper, checking the scores.
She is feeling wistful, thinking of the old days when their love was young.
"Arthur", she finally says, "do you still find me attractive?"
Without moving his paper, he says, "Yeah... sure, Martha."
"But Arthur," she says, "am I still sexy to you?"
From behind the paper he says, "Yeah, yeah... you're still sexy."
"But Arthur!", she says, "You barely look at me anymore!"
He puts down his paper and looks across the table. "Martha!", he says earnestly, "I love you so much. You are ravishing! ...the most wonderful, sexy woman on earth! I couldn't live without you!"
"Oh, Arthur!", she says, "When you talk that way to me, I can feel my nipples get hot!"
He picks up his paper again and says, "Well, they should be hot. One's in your Gravy and the other's in your Yams."
She is feeling wistful, thinking of the old days when their love was young.
"Arthur", she finally says, "do you still find me attractive?"
Without moving his paper, he says, "Yeah... sure, Martha."
"But Arthur," she says, "am I still sexy to you?"
From behind the paper he says, "Yeah, yeah... you're still sexy."
"But Arthur!", she says, "You barely look at me anymore!"
He puts down his paper and looks across the table. "Martha!", he says earnestly, "I love you so much. You are ravishing! ...the most wonderful, sexy woman on earth! I couldn't live without you!"
"Oh, Arthur!", she says, "When you talk that way to me, I can feel my nipples get hot!"
He picks up his paper again and says, "Well, they should be hot. One's in your Gravy and the other's in your Yams."