A lonely widow, aged 70, decided that it was time to get married again. She put an ad in the local paper that read:
MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70s), MUST NOT BEAT ME, NOR RUN AROUND ON ME, MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!!
ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.
On the second day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her surprise (and dismay), she opened the door to see a grey-haired gentleman sitting in a wheelchair. He had no arms or legs.
The old woman said, “You're not really asking me to consider you, are you? Just look at you...you have no legs!”
The old man smiled, “Therefore, I cannot run around on you!”
She snorted, “You don't have any arms either!”
Again, the old man smiled, “Therefore, I can never beat you!”
She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, “Are you still good in bed???”
The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said, “Rang the doorbell, didn't I?"
It's a regular day at the hospital when a Blonde woman comes into the burn ward with both of her ears burnt.
The doctor in charge had never seen an injury quite like it. "How did you get both sides burnt like that?" He asked her.
She says, "well... when I was ironing my work suit the phone rang and I mistakenly picked up the iron instead of the phone."
"Well that explains one ear," said the doctor, his eyebrows raised as high as they can get, "but what about the other ear??"
"Well, I had to call an ambulance, didn't I?"