50 Years Ago

Sitting in a Comfort Inn’s breakfast area the other day, I seen an older couple eating porridge (oatmeal, to some of you), talking softly and  looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. Not having the sharpest hearing, I could only surmise what they were saying. I am almost certain, that if they were at their home breakfast table, the conversation would have went something like this:

The wife says, “Just think, fifty years ago we were sitting here at this breakfast table together.”

“I know,” the old man says. “We were probably sitting here naked as a jaybird fifty years ago.”

“Well,” Granny snickered. “Let’s relive some old times.”

Where upon, the two stripped to the buff and sat back down at the table.

“You know, honey,” the little old lady breathlessly replied, “My nipples are as hot for you today as they were fifty years ago.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” replies Gramps. “Ones in your coffee and the other in your oatmeal.”

End of story. And the Pickle Queen doesn’t think I’m a romantic!

Keep your fork

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