A seventy-four-year-old man is sitting on a park bench, shaking and sobbing.
A young man walks by and asks him, What seems to be the problem?
Through his tears the old man answers,
I'm in love with a twenty-two-year-old woman.
What's wrong with that? asks the young man.
Between his sobs and sniffles, he answers, You don t understand.
Every morning before she goes to work, we make love.
At lunch time she comes home and we make love again, and then she makes my favorite meal.
In the afternoon when she gets a break, she rushes home and gives me oral sex, the best an old man could want.
And then at supper time, and all night long, we make love. The old man breaks down, sobbing, no longer able to speak.
The young man puts his arm around him. I don t understand. It sounds like you have the perfect relationship.
Why are you crying? The old man answers, again through his tears, I forget where I live.
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