80 Years Old Buys A Condom
Two older women were outside their nursing home, having a smoke, when it started to rain.
Ruth pulled out a condom, cut off the end, slipped it over her cigarette, and continued smoking.
“What’s that?” asked Gilda.
“A condom,” Ruth replied. “This way my cigarette doesn’t get wet.”
“Where did you get it?”
“You can get them at any drugstore,” Ruth said.
The next day, Gilda hobbled herself into the local drugstore and announced to the pharmacist that she wanted a box of condoms.
The guy, obviously embarrassed, looked at her strangely – she was, after all, over 80 years old – but very delicately asked what brand she preferred.
“Doesn’t matter, son,” Gilda answered, “as long as it fits a Camel.”