Three older ladies named Rose, Gertrude and Mildred were sitting on a park bench having a quiet conversation when a flasher approached from across the parking lot. The flasher came up to the ladies, stood right in front of them and opened his trench coat.
Rose immediately had a stroke. Then Gertrude also had a stroke.
But Mildred, being older and more feeble, couldn't reach that far.
(via It Occurred to Me)
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