Grandpa dies at 95. At the funeral, people were consoling Grandma...

asking “How did you and Grandpa live such happy lives for 75 years?”

“Well,” she replies, “We really were in love, and suited to one another, but I think honestly it was the sex. It was wonderful even these last few years. Every Sunday morning we’d hear the church bells ring and make love to that nice, easy rhythm...
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If only that ice cream truck hadn’t come by.”


(I got this on DU years ago and it’s one of my favorite jokes. Anyone know who posted it?)