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Childbirth at 65

With all the new technology regarding fertility recently, a 65-year-old
friend of mine was able to give birth.  When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, I went to visit.

 
‘May I see the new baby?’ I asked.

‘Not yet,’ she said, ‘I’ll make coffee and we can chat for a while first.’

Thirty minutes had passed, and I asked, ‘May I see the new baby now?’

‘No, not yet,’ she said.

After another few minutes had elapsed,

I asked again, ‘May I see the baby now?’

‘No, not yet,’ replied my friend.

Growing very impatient, I asked, ‘Well, when can I see the baby?’

 ‘WHEN HE CRIES!’
 she told me.

‘WHEN HE CRIES?’ I demanded. ‘Why do I have to wait until he CRIES?’

 
‘BECAUSE I FORGOT WHERE I PUT HIM, *O.K.?!!*

Phoebe and I spent Labour Day weekend in Windsor and we went to the Agricultural fair in nearby Harrow.  It was an interesting and enjoyable experience. While there we saw a rotary booth they were selling tickets for the Rotary Club of  Chatham raffle  of a 1968 Mustang GT.