Sixty is the worst age to be,” stated the 60-year-old.
“You at all times really feel like it’s important to pee. And more often than not, you stand at the bathroom and nothing comes out!”
“Ah, that’s nothin’,” stated the 70-year-old.
“Once you’re seventy, you may’t even crap anymore.
You’re taking laxatives, then you definately sit on the bathroom all day and nothin’ comes out!”
“Really,” stated the 80-year-old, “80 is the worst age of all!”
“Do you will have hassle peeing too?” requested the 60-year-old.
“No, probably not. I pee each morning at 6:00.
I pee like a racehorse on a flat rock; no downside in any respect.”
“Do you will have hassle crapping?” requested the 70-year-old.
“No, I crap each morning at 6:30.”
With nice exasperation, the 60-year-old stated,
“Let me get this straight. You pee each morning at 6:00 and crap each morning at 6:30.
So what’s so powerful about being 80?”
“I don’t get up till 7:00