I Fights
An old man turned 115
and was being interviewed by a reporter for
the local paper. During the interview the
reporter noticed that the yard was full of
children of all ages playing together. A very
pretty girl of about 15 served the old man
and the reporter, keeping them in fresh tea
and running errands for them.
"Are these your grandkids?" the reporter
asked.
"Naw, sir, they all be my younguns," the old
man replied with a sly grin
"Your kids?" said the reporter. "What about
this beautiful young lady who keeps bringing
us tea? Is she one of your children too?"
"Naw, sir," said the old man. "She be my
wife."
"Your wife?" said the surprised reporter.
"But she can't be more
than 15 years old."
"Thass right." said the old man with pride.
"Well surely you can't have a sex life with
you being 115 and she is only 15," the
reporter remarked.
"Naw, sir, " said the old man. "We have sex
every night. Every night two of my boys helps
me on it, and every morning six of my boys
helps me off."
"Wait just one minute," said the
newspaperman. "Why does it only take only two
of your boys to put on, but it takes six of
them to take you off?"
"Cause," the spry old man said with a balled
fist, "I fights 'em."
