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Eileen and her husband Bob went for counseling after 25 years of marriage.

When asked what the problem was, Eileen went into a passionate, painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 25 years they had been married.

She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.

Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking Eileen to stand, embraced her, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, put his hands on her breasts and massaged them thoroughly, while kissing her passionately as her husband Bob watched with a raised eyebrow!

Eileen shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down while basking in the glow of being highly aroused.

The therapist turned to Bob and said, ‘This is what your wife needs at least three times a week.. Can you do this?’

Bob thought for a moment and replied, ‘Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf.

Maude and John, both 81, lived in The Villages, in Florida.

They met at the singles club meeting and discovered over time that they enjoyed each other’s company.

After several weeks of meeting for coffee, John asked Maude out for dinner and, much to his delight, she accepted.  They had a lovely evening.  They dined at the most romantic restaurant in town.

Despite his age, they ended at his place for an after-dinner drink.  Things continued along a natural course and age being no inhibitor, Maude soon joined John for a most enjoyable roll in the sack.

As they were basking in the glow of the magic moments they’d shared, each was lost for a time in their own thoughts …

John was thinking: ‘If I’d known she was a virgin, I’d have been gentler.’

Maude was thinking: ‘If I’d known he could still do it, I would have taken off my pantyhose.’

Queen Elizabeth and Dolly Parton die on the same day and they both go  before an Angel to find out if they’ll be admitted to Heaven.

Unfortunately, there is only one space left that day, so the Angel must decide which of them  gets in.

The Angel asks Dolly if there’s some particular  reason why she should go to Heaven.

Dolly takes off her top and  says, ‘Look at these, they’re the most perfect breasts God ever created, and I’m sure it will please God to be able to see them every day, for eternity’.

The Angel thanks Dolly,and asks Her Majesty the same question.

The Queen takes a bottle of Perrier out of her purse, shakes it up, and gargles. Then, she spits into a toilet and pulls the lever.

The Angel  says, ‘OK, your Majesty, you may go in’.

Dolly is outraged and asks,’What was that all about? I show you two  of God’s own perfect creations and you turn me down.  She spits into a commode and she gets in!Would you explain that to me?’

‘Sorry, Dolly,’ says the Angel, ‘but even in Heaven, a royal flush beats a pair – no matter how big they are.”