that a boy

[robbie]

lonely old widow in her 70's decided she wanted to get
married again so > she
put an ad in her local paper.
HUSBAND WANTED:
MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's),
MUST NOT BEAT ME,
MUST NOT RUN AROUND BEHIND MY BACK ON ME,
AND MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!
ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.
1704 CHESTNUT DRIVE.

On the second day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her

dismay, she opened > the
door to see a gray-haired gentleman, with no arms or legs

sitting in a > wheelchair.

'You're not really asking me to consider you, are you?'

the widow asked. > 'Just
look at you...you have no legs!'
The old gentleman smiled and said, 'Therefore, I cannot

run around on > you.

'But you don't have any arms, either!' she snorted. Again

the > old man smiled and said, 'Therefore, I can never
beat you.' >
She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, 'Are you still

good in bed? > The old man leaned back in his wheelchair,
beamed a big smile, and said, > 'I rang
the doorbell, didn't I??'

The wedding is scheduled for Saturday!.