Umm....wholesome?

If you are ever around old folks they are having tons of sex. They have a high STD rate too.

For some it's because they loose their minds and become uninhibited. Some of the older guys either become aggressive or touchy feely. The women? Are obsessed with any male that is alive.

It's cute but really weird.

Oh, I don't know. Them popsicle socials can git purrrrty wild!

Interesting how both items are phallic shaped.

The women? Are obsessed with any male that is alive.

Ok, that's good to know. I will be avoiding the ol' folks home until I'm an old folk, and even then I think I'll stay at home...

I saw a link in the last couple of days to an article on grandmotherly bodybuilders, but I can't find it now, but they were looking rather...fit, and actually kind of hot in a sort of better-shape-than-you-are-buddy way.

The women? Are obsessed with any male that is alive.

Lol! A friend of mine just posted on FB that some little ol' lady grabbed his behind the other day in Wal*Mart!! LOL!

Yep.
My grandfather outlived his second wife down in Florida condo-land.

After she passed, he was living the life of Casanova - the dating ratios flip after 65.

I don't know if this is true or not, but I heard that retirement communities and senior mobile home parks in Florida and Palm Springs are hot markets for Viagra and methamphetamine. And it's mostly the women who are buying them. They crush the Viagra tablets and spike the old man's Ensure with it.

@Ken: "They crush the Viagra tablets and spike the old man's Ensure with it."

Damn! So Grandma Mazur in the Stephanie Plum books wasn't that far from being accurate? Whaddya know!

Interesting how both items are phallic shaped.

Perv.

Perv. -- Patrick at July 16, 2013 4:37 PM

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There were three old ladies sitting on a park bench in Miami when a flasher came by, and well, flashed. The first woman had a stroke, the second one had a stroke, and the third one's arms were too short ...

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One fine evening Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson were walking through Hyde Park when they passed three women sitting on a bench eating bananas.

"Good evening ladies." said Sherlock Holmes.

"Holmes," Watson asked, "Do you know those ladies?"

"No," replied Holmes, "I have never met the nun, prostitute, or the newlywed bride in my life."

"Good lord," Watson exclaimed, "how did you know that we passed by a nun, a prostitute, and a newlywed bride?"

"It's elementary my dear Watson," replied Holmes, "The nun was eating her banana by holding it with one hand and using the other to break off little pieces. The prostitute held the banana with both hands and crammed the whole thing down her throat."

"Absolutely incredible!" stuttered Watson, "But how did you know that the third woman was a newlywed?"

"Easy!" replied Holmes, "The newlywed bride was holding the banana with one hand and using her other hand to push her head towards it!"

Popsicle? Wouldn't Death's scythe be a Pops sickle?

Puns. America's shame.

This sounds like something the cafeteria at work would put on -- but that would not have such direct names.

Summer Delights Social - Visit with friends and make new ones while enjoying a cool summer treat.

Traditional Carnival Social - Enjoy the foods of yester year's Carnivals with friends

Oops...it first auto-correct Carnival to Carnal...in light of some earlier messages that might have been more appropriate.

True story. I have some friends who have a couple of family ranches in Wyoming.

Their grandfather lived to a ripe old age, but when they were both in their seventies, his wife died. He was quite hale and hearty, and lived on the ranch alone for several years, and finally the rest of the family decided he should not be alone on the home ranch anymore so they hired a 70 something widow as a housekeeper for the old man.
There were several nice cottages on the ranch and Mrs R moved into one of them. This went well for about a year with Mrs R going over to the main ranch house to cook, and clean a little until one day the family came out to visit and noticed that Mrs R was living in the main house.

The foolish grandchildren asked their grandfather, now 93, why Mrs R wasnt living in the cottage anymore, to which the old man replied; "None of your damn business. "