3 residents of the Old Folks' Home were complaining about old age..
the first, a 70 year-old dude lamented:
"Darn it to heck! I can't seem to move my bowels anymore! I wake up at 9am, and my stomach feels bloated. I go to the toilet, I sit there until 10am, NOTHING! It becomes so bad that I have to get an enema! And that's embarassing!"
the second, a 75 year-old countered:
"I wish I had such problems. I can't seem to pee! I wake up at 8am, and go stand at the urinal for an hour! And just a trickle! I'm about to burst and it's just a trickle! The docs said I may need to go for an operation for my prostate, now THAT'S bad!"
the third, an 80 year-old spoke up:
"That's NOTHING! At 8am, I pee like a horse.. LITRES of the stuff. Just like a goddamned fountain. At 9am, I crap like a cow.. until there's nothing left.. I get worried sometimes."
"HUH? WHAT'S THE PROBLEM THEN?" exclaimed the two younger geezers.
the 80 year-old lamented:
"The only problems is, I only wake up at 10am.."
