A young man goes to visit his 85-year-old grandpa in hospital.
"How are you grandpa? he asks.
"Feeling fine," says the old man.
"What's the food like?"
"Terrific, wonderful menus."
"And the nursing?"
"Just couldn't be better. These young nurses really take care of you."
"What about sleeping? Do you sleep OK?"
"No problem at all ... nine hours solid every night. At 10 o'clock they
bring me a cup of hot chocolate and a Viagra tablet ... and that's it.
I go out like a light."
The grandson is puzzled and a little alarmed by this, so rushes off to
question the Sister in charge.
"What are you people doing," he says, "I'm told you're giving an
85-year-old
Viagra on a daily basis. Surely that can't be true?"
"Oh, yes," replies the Sister. "Every night at 10 o'clock we give him a
cup of chocolate and a Viagra tablet. It works wonderfully well. The
chocolate makes him sleep, and the Viagra stops him from rolling out of
bed."
An elderly old fighter pilot was at home, dying in bed. He smelled the
aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He wanted one last
cookie before he died.
The brave old jock fell out of bed, crawled to the landing, rolled down
the stairs, and crawled into the kitchen where his wife was busily
baking cookies. With waning strength he crawled to the table and was
just barely able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet.
As he grasped a warm, moist, chocolate chip cookie-his favorite kind-his
wife suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
"Why?" he whispered. "Why'd you do that? Gasp!....Gasp!"
"They're for the funeral," she replied.
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