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Not allowed to smoke inside, Jane and Arlene are outside their nursing
home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. Jane pulls
out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues
smoking.
Arlene: Now what the hell is that ?
Jane: This? It's a condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Arlene: And where did you get that thing ?
Jane: Oh! This? You can get them at any pharmacy.
The next day, Arlene hobbles herself into the local pharmacy and
announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.
The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely
(she is, after all, over 80 years of age!), but very delicately asks what
brand of condom she prefers.
Arlene: "Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."
The pharmacist fainted.
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