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SATURDAY
Bob, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the boat club with a breath takingly beautiful and very sexy 25-year-old blonde-haired woman who knocks everyone's socks off with her youthful s_x appeal and charm and who hangs over Bob's arm and listens intently to his every word.
His mates 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 are completely bowled over, but continue to ask. So, how'd you persuade her to marry you?'
'I lied about my age', Bob replies.
'What, did you tell her you were only 50?'
Bob smiles and says, 'No, I told her I was 90.'
Bob, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the boat club with a breath takingly beautiful and very sexy 25-year-old blonde-haired woman who knocks everyone's socks off with her youthful s_x appeal and charm and who hangs over Bob's arm and listens intently to his every word.
His mates 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 are completely bowled over, but continue to ask. So, how'd you persuade her to marry you?'
'I lied about my age', Bob replies.
'What, did you tell her you were only 50?'
Bob smiles and says, 'No, I told her I was 90.'