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From the files of the discerningly astute Revenoor...

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.

"What in the hell is that?" asked Arlene.

Jane replied, "A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet."

"Where did you get it?" asked Arlene.

Jane explained, "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, at least 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what size, texture,
brand of condom she prefers.

"Doesn't matter, Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."

The pharmacist fainted.
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