Two guys in their mid-twenties are sitting at a bar having a beer.
One of the guys remarks to the other, “Boy you look really tired!”
His friend replies,
Three, four, sometimes even six times a night! She wakes me up at all hours. I just don’t know what to do!”
A fellow, in his seventies, is sitting a few bar stools down from them and overhears their
conversation. He looked over at the two men, and showing the wisdom of his age says,
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