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From the files of the discerningly astute Revenoor on the subjects of
romance and sex at the nursing home...

ROMANCE
Barb was lying in bed one night. Art was falling asleep but Barb was
in a romantic mood and wanted to talk.

She said: "You used to hold my hand when we were courting."

Wearily he reached across, held her hand for a second and tried to
get back to sleep.

A few moments later she said: "Then you used to kiss me..."

Mildly irritated, he reached across, gave her a peck on the cheek and
settled down to sleep.

Thirty seconds later she said: "Then you used to bite my Neck..."

Angrily, Art threw back the bed clothes and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Barb asked.

"To get my teeth!"
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SUPERSEX
A little old lady who had lost her marbles was running up and down
the halls in a nursing home. As she ran, she would flip up the hem
of her nightgown and say "Supersex."

She ran up to an elderly man in a wheelchair, flipping her gown at
him, she said, "Supersex."

He sat silently for a moment or two and finally answered, "I'll take
the soup."
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DOWN AT THE RETIREMENT CENTER
80-year old Bessie bursts into the rec room at the retirement home.

She holds her clenched fist in the air and announces, "Anyone who
can guess what's in my hand can have sex with me tonight!"

An elderly gentleman in the rear shouts out, "An elephant?"

Bessie thinks a minute and says, "Close enough."
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