A 70 Year Old Woman Finally Decided To Get Married…Brilliant continuation in the first comment 👇👇

“Husband wanted. Must not beat me, must not walk all over me, must still be good in bed”

She got many applicants but after a few weeks she didn’t find anybody suitable.

She was about to give up, when she heard her doorbell ring.

She opens the door to find a man with no arms or legs sitting in a wheelchair.

“Can I help you?” She asks.

The man smiles and says “Its me, your new husband!”

“You must be joking…” The woman laughs.

“Well think about it,” he says. “I have no arms so i cannot beat you.

I have no legs so i cant walk all over you.

“The woman’s eyes narrow and she asks “Are you still good in bed?

“The man leans back in his chair and smiles.

“I rang the doorbell didn’t I?”

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