A 87 year-old man went to the doctor to get a physical.

A few days later, the doctor saw the man walking down the street with a gorgeous young lady on his arm.

A couple of days later, when the old man had an appointment with the doctor again, the doctor said, “You’re really doing great, aren’t you?”

The man replied, “Just doing what you said doctor, “Get a hot mama and be cheerful.”

The doctor said, “I didn’t say that!…
I said you have got a heart murmur. Be careful!”

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What’s the best thing about growing old?
You get to hide your own Easter eggs.
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Perks of being over 40…

1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.
2. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.
3. No one expects you to run into a burning building.
4. People call at 9 PM and ask, “Did I wake you?”
5. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.
6. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
7. Things you buy now won’t wear out.
8. You can eat dinner at 4 P.M.
9. You can live without sex but not without glasses.
10. You enjoy hearing about other peoples operations.
11. You get into heated arguments about pension plans.
12. You have a party and the neighbors don’t even realize it.
13. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
14. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.
15. You sing along with elevator music.
16. Your eyes won’t get much worse.
17. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
18. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service.
19. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either.
20. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size.
21. You can’t remember who sent you this list.

Three men were discussing aging on the steps of the nursing home.

“Sixty is the worst age to be,” announced the 60 year old. “You always feel like you have to pee. And most of the time, you stand at the toilet and nothing comes out!”

“Ah, that’s nothing,” said the 60 year old. “When you’re 70, you can’t take a crap anymore. You take laxatives, eat bran – you sit on the toilet all day and nothing comes out !”

“Actually,” said the eighty year old, “Eighty is the worst age of all.”
“Do you have trouble peeing too?”, asked the sixty year old.
“No … not really. I pee every morning at 6AM. I pee like a race horse – no problem at all.”

“Do you have trouble taking a crap?”, asked the 70 year old.
“No, not really. I have a great bowel movement every morning at 6:30.”

With great exasperation, the 60 year old said, “Let me get this straight. You pee every morning at six o’clock and take a crap every morning at six thirty. What’s so tough about being eighty?”

To which the eighty year old replied – “I don’t wake up until ten!”

You�ve come to the annoying realization that your parents were right about almost everything.

The bag boy volunteers to help load groceries into your car�in the �ten items or less� lane.

You�ve stopped supporting your children, and started supporting your parents.

You�ve found yourself discussing rain gutters.

You remember your kid�s names, just not always the right one.

You have nightmares about forgetting to move the garbage cans to the street for the garbage collector.

Your high school yearbook is now home to three different species of mold.

You buy �age-defying� makeup and �antiwrinkle� creams and believe they work.

You�ve realized that all those geeky people in Bermuda shorts walking around Disney World include you.

You recognize Led Zeppelin songs that have been turned into elevator Muzak.

As a public service, you have agreed to never appear on the beach in a Speedo again.

You�ve had three opportunities to buy every single Disney Animated Classic��for the last time in a generation�

You�d pay good money to be strip-searched.

Wal-Mart and target seem to share your fashion sense.

The only way you know to stop a virtual pet from beeping involves the patio and a sledgehammer.

You can pack two suits, Five shirts, five ties, five pairs of underwear, five pairs of socks, a pair of shoes, and half of your bathroom into a carry-on bag�in less than five minutes.

You know what Earth Shoes are.

You think if you hear �Stairway to Heaven� one more time your head will explode.

Your weight-lifting program seems to have no effect on your muscles, but the veins on the backs of your hands are bulking up quite nicely.

On Saturday night, when your wife mentions �hot oil, a little friction, and squealing,� you tell her you�ll have the car looked at first thing Monday morning.

A foursome of senior golfers hit the course with waning enthusiasm for the sport.

“These hills are getting steeper as the years go by,” one complained.

“These fairways seem to be getting longer too,” said one of the others.

“The sand traps seem to be bigger than I remember them too,” said the third senior.

After hearing enough from his Senior buddies, the oldest, and the wisest of the four of them at 87 years old, piped up and said…
“Quit your dang complaining and just be thankful we’re still on the RIGHT SIDE of the grass!”