Old Men Sitting On A Bench…We’ve chuckled with tears with this joke… YOU CAN READ ENTIRE JOKE IN THE FIRST COMMENT

Two old men are sat on a bench at the park. A young, smoking hot girl runs past in a sports bra and a tiny pair of shorts.
One of the men smiles and this brings the girl over. “Why are you staring at me and grinning, you pervert?” she says.

Two old men are sat on a bench at the park. A young, smoking hot girl runs past in a sports bra and a tiny pair of shorts.

One of the men smiles and this brings the girl over. “Why are you staring at me and grinning, you pervert?” she says.

The old man sweetly replies “My dear I’m not smiling at you, I’m smiling at the thought that no matter how bad the world gets, there will always be young, pretty girls in the summer to cheer up a lonely old man”

The girl replies “awwwww you sweet old man” leans in and gives him a kiss on the cheek and jogs on.The old man turns to his friend and says “3 to zip mugley, your turn”.

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