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A woman decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday. She spends
>> $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she
>> stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to
>> the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think
>> I am?" "About 32," is the reply. "Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman
>> says happily.
>>
>> A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter
>> girl the very same question. The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29."
>> The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50."
>>
>> Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug
>> store on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get
>> some mints and asks the clerk this burning question. The clerk
>> responds, "Oh, I'd say 30." Again she proudly responds, "I'm 50, but
>> thank you!"
>>
>> While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting
>> next to her the same question. He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my
>> eyesight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure-fire
>> way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it
>> requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only
>> then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are."
>>
>> They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the
> best
>> of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead." He slips
>> both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very
>> slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he
> gently
>> pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them
>> against each other.
>>
>> After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old am
>> I?" He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands,
>> and
> says,
>> "Madam, you are 50."
>> Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could
>> you tell?"
>>
>> The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"
>> "I promise I won't." she says.
>> "I was behind you in line at McDonald's."
>> $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she
>> stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to
>> the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think
>> I am?" "About 32," is the reply. "Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman
>> says happily.
>>
>> A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter
>> girl the very same question. The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29."
>> The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50."
>>
>> Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug
>> store on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get
>> some mints and asks the clerk this burning question. The clerk
>> responds, "Oh, I'd say 30." Again she proudly responds, "I'm 50, but
>> thank you!"
>>
>> While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting
>> next to her the same question. He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my
>> eyesight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure-fire
>> way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it
>> requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only
>> then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are."
>>
>> They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the
> best
>> of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead." He slips
>> both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very
>> slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he
> gently
>> pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them
>> against each other.
>>
>> After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old am
>> I?" He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands,
>> and
> says,
>> "Madam, you are 50."
>> Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could
>> you tell?"
>>
>> The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"
>> "I promise I won't." she says.
>> "I was behind you in line at McDonald's."