Once upon a time there was an elderly gentleman who was suffering from Alzheimer’s. His wife of 40 years loved him very much, but she couldn’t handle him any longer. He would wander about never knowing where he was or sometimes even who he was. She took him to a nursing home.

At the nursing home, while the wife was filling out paperwork, a nurse had the gentleman sit in a chair. Suddenly the man starting slowly leaning to his left. The nurse ran over and put a pillow on his left side to prop him up.

A few minutes later, he started leaning to his right. Again, the nurse ran over and put a pillow on his right side.

Then he starting leaning forward. This time, the nurse strapped him into the chair.

About this time, his wife, having completed the paperwork, walked up to him and asked, “How do you like the place?”

“It’s okay,” he said. “But, they won’t let me fart!”

There is a man in a hospital that thinks he will die. So he asks the beautiful nurse to accomplish his last wish.

“Nurse,” he says, “I want to kiss the head of Nikita Krustchov.” (you know a President of the ex USSR who was fat and had no hair on his head).

“Nikita Krustchov? But he is dead for a long time,” says the nurse.

“I don’t care. I want to kiss his head,” the man says. “This is my last wish!”

The nurse doesn’t know what to do. Then she thinks of something. As the man did not wear his glasses, the nurse takes out of her bra her beautiful breast and offers it to the man. He holds it, caresses it, and is very moved.

“Oh my dear Nikita, my old friend! How happy I am to see you again!” he says.

He keeps kissing the breast. The begins enjoying the whole situation.

“What about kissing president Eisenhower’s head?” she asks.

“Yes! Is he here too?” the man asks.

“Of course he is here,” she says, and offers him her other breast.

“Oh my dear president, how happy I am to see you here,” says the man kissing Eisenhower again and again.

The nurse likes all than very much, so she asks the man again, “What about Fidel Castro?”

Grandpa is running around in the nursing home with his privates hanging out of his pants screaming: “My penis just died, my penis just died!”

The nurses calm him down,and he goes back to his room. The next day, grandpa is running around again with his privates hanging out, so the nurse asks him: “I thought you said yesterday that your penis died. What happened?”

Grandpa replies: “Yes, it did… but today is the viewing!”

Joe was moderately successful in his career, but as he got older he was increasingly hampered by terrible headaches. When his personal hygiene and love life started to suffer, he sought medical help.

After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who solved the problem. “The good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles.”

Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for. He couldn’t concentrate long enough to answer, but decided he had no choice but to go under the knife.

When he left the hospital, his mind was clear, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning and live a new life.

He walked past a men’s clothing store and thought, “That’s what I need, a new suit.” He entered the shop and told the salesman, “I’d like a new suit.”

The salesman eyed him briefly and said, “Let’s see… size 44 long.”

Joe laughed, “That’s right, how did you know?”

“It’s my job.”

Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Joe admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about a new shirt?”

Joe thought for a moment and then said, “Sure!”

The salesman eyed Joe and said, “Let’s see,… 34 sleeve and… 16 and a half neck.”

Joe was surprised, “That’s right, how did you know?”

“It’s my job.”

Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. As Joe adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about new shoes?”

Joe was on a roll and said, “Sure!”

The salesman eyed Joe’s feet and said, “Let’s see…9 and a half wide.”

Joe was astonished, “That’s right, how did you know?”

“It’s my job.”

Joe tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Joe walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, “How about a new hat?”

Without hesitating, Joe said, “Sure!”

The salesman eyed Joe’s head and said, “Let’s see. . . 7 5/8.”

Joe was incredulous, “That’s right, how did you know?”

“It’s my job.”

The hat fit perfectly. Joe was feeling great, when the salesman asked, “How about some new underwear?”

Joe thought for a second and said, “Sure!”

The salesman stepped back, eyed Joe’s waist and said, “Let’s see… size 36.”

Joe laughed, “No, I’ve worn size 34 since I was 18 years old.”

The salesman shook his head and said, “You can’t wear a size 34. It would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache!”

A man spent the evening in a Japanese house of ill-repute and contracts a strange disease, causing his member to display colors ranging from red, to green, to purple and several other hues. In a state of panick, he contacts his family doctor, and is informed that his penis must be amputated immediately. After two or three opinions from other family practitioners, he decides to try a Japanese doctor. A Japanese prostitute, probably a Japanese disease… why not a Japanese doctor?

After finding a suitable physician in the Yellow Pages, he visits the Japanese doctor’s office, knocks on the fringe, and hesitantly approaches the medical man.

“What can I do for you?” asks the doctor.

“Look at this…” replies the man, and drops his drawers, revealing his sickly little friend.

“Not for too long…”, replies the doctor, “What happened?”

The man explains the circumstances, then asks the doctor, “Will you have to amputate?”

“No” replied the doctor, and he explained to the relieved man, “two.. three days.. that thing gonna fall off all by itself.”