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Four guys have been going on the same golf trip for many years.

This year, Ralph’s wife puts her foot down and tells him he isn’t going. And thus he calls his buddies and tells them the bad news.

Two days later, the other guys arrive at the resort to begin their yearly golf getaway. And of all things, they find Ralph sitting there with his clubs already set up on his cart.

“Dang Ralphie boy, how did you talk your missus into letting you go?”

“Well, yesterday evening, after my wife finished reading “Fifty Shades Of Gray,” she pulled me into our bedroom. On the bed she had handcuffs and ropes! She told me to tie and cuff her to the bed, and I did.”

Then she said, “Do whatever you want.”

“So, here I am!”

Two brooms were hanging in the closet and after a while they got to know each other so well, they decided to get married.

One broom was, of course, the bride broom, the other the groom broom.

The bride broom looked very beautiful in her white dress. The groom broom was handsome and suave in his tuxedo. The wedding was lovely.

After the wedding, at the wedding dinner, the bride-broom leaned over and said to the groom-broom, ‘I think I am going to have a little whisk broom!’

‘IMPOSSIBLE !’ said the groom broom.

‘WE HAVEN’T EVEN SWEPT TOGETHER!’

Yesterday “Wife” asked why I didn’t do something useful with my time.

She suggested I go down to the senior center and hang out with the guys.

I did this and when I got home last night I told her that I had joined a parachute club.

She said “Are you nuts?

You’re almost 80 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?”

I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.

She said to me, “You dummy, where are your glasses!

This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club!”

I’m in trouble again and don’t know what to do!

I signed up for five jumps a week!

Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier.