The old man replies “Life couldn’t be better. I’m living with a nineteen year old nymphomaniac! In the morning when I wake up we have sex. Then she brings me breakfast in bed. After breakfast we have sex again and I have my mid-morning nap.” He continued “We normally eat out for lunch at a nice restaurant and then it’s back into bed for ‘afters’. Then I spend the afternoon watching sports or old movies before she cooks dinner for me...” “...Oh, did I mention she was a gourmet chef? After dinner we have sex again and I finally collapse in bed exhausted and ready for a restful nights sleep.”
Surprised, the jogger asks “That’s my idea of bliss! Why in the world are you so upset?”
Through his tears the old man weeps “I can’t remember where I live!”.
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