The two old boys were rocking back and forth on the front porch of the Happy Trails Gay Senior home. They had been together for more than 50 years, and now they enjoying their golden years at the retirement centre.
Slowly they rocked, in rhythm as this was their time to spend a few quiet moments and after years of practice they rocked to the same pace.
Suddenly Bruce stopped, grabbed his cane, and with a loud and hard WHACK hit Mort across the shins.
Poor old Mort's eyes watered and tears ran down his cheeks. When he finally caught his breath he gasped and asked, "What'd you do that fer?"
"That's fer fifty years of bad sex," Bruce said.
Mort just nodded his head, saying nothing.
Slowly they began to rock again. Again they kept pace. Back and forth, back and forth they rocked, until suddenly Mort stopped, and picked up his cane.
He reached over and with a loud, sharp WHACK, he hit Bruce across the shins.
As soon as Bruce's eyes quit watering and he could speak he asked, "What was that fer?"
"That," said Mort, as he began to rock again, "is fer knowin' the difference."
Slowly they rocked, in rhythm as this was their time to spend a few quiet moments and after years of practice they rocked to the same pace.
Suddenly Bruce stopped, grabbed his cane, and with a loud and hard WHACK hit Mort across the shins.
Poor old Mort's eyes watered and tears ran down his cheeks. When he finally caught his breath he gasped and asked, "What'd you do that fer?"
"That's fer fifty years of bad sex," Bruce said.
Mort just nodded his head, saying nothing.
Slowly they began to rock again. Again they kept pace. Back and forth, back and forth they rocked, until suddenly Mort stopped, and picked up his cane.
He reached over and with a loud, sharp WHACK, he hit Bruce across the shins.
As soon as Bruce's eyes quit watering and he could speak he asked, "What was that fer?"
"That," said Mort, as he began to rock again, "is fer knowin' the difference."
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