(Maybe Randy D snuck up behind you at a party or two a couple of years ago . . . )
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Yes, you’re probably right, but . . . well, there certainly have been a whole lot of nights, a whole lot of parties, a whole lot of er, um, a whole lot of “everything”. (Cough, cough.)
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No, but both she and I do look extremely young for our ages. Once, she was at a public place with our son who was a teenager at the time and a woman asked her if the two of them were boyfriend and girlfriend.
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Isn’t it a great feeling?
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My wife and I have always joked with each other about which one of us looks younger than the other.
She: You might get arrested for being with a teenaged girl if people see us out in public together.
Me: That’ll never happen, they’ll think how nice I am to be taking my mother out to dinner.
She: I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but behind your back, people always ask me if you’re my grandfather.
Me: That’s not what they ask you. They want to know how an old lady like you got rich enough to pay a handsome young gigolo to escort you everywhere.
She: You don’t escort me, I’m the one holding you up because you always forget your cane and you can’t remember where you left your walker.
Me: I’m just with you to lug along your oxygen tanks.
She: The curfew at the old folks’ home is in one hour, I have to get you back there on time or they’ll withhold your lime jello tomorrow as a penalty.
Me: I’m sick of carrying your Geritol and your prune juice for you, old lady.
She: The fire department has ordered me to have them on standby the next time we light all those candles on your birthday cake.
He: Let me help you across the street, it will be my good deed for the day, Grandma.
She: Great Grandpa, the only reason I don’t have DMV confiscate your driver’s license is that I’d have to drive you everywhere . . .
Me: Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
She: Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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I’ll be right there, Savvy!
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