Lately, there has been talk about inventing some more fun games for seniors. After all, we're the ones with all the free time! Some suggestions:
Sag, You’re it.
Pin the Toupee on the Bald Guy.
Questions Shouted into your Good Ear.
Kick the Bucket.
Red Rover, Red Rover,
The Nurse Says Bend Over.
Doc, Doc Goose.
Simon Says Something Incoherent.
Hide and Go Pee
Spin the Bottle of Mylanta
and last but not least –
A Fun round of Musical Recliners!
Little Johnny lives on a farm with his family.
One evening the family notices that one of the donkeys
had managed to get out of the stables.
Johnny’s dad tries to lead the donkey back into the
stables, but the stubborn animal will not budge.
Johnny’s mom tries to coax the donkey with carrots and
hay,
but the donkey just ignores the food.
Seeing his parents becoming increasingly agitated at
the stubborn animal,
Johnny offers to try and get the donkey back into the
stables.
He quickly fetches a pail of water from the trough and
proceeds to dump it over the donkey’s head.
Both of his parents stare in awe as the donkey calmly
saunters back into the stables and gently closes the door behind itself.
Still, in disbelief at what he just saw, Johnny’s
father asks Johnny,
“Son, how did you know to do that?”
Johnny replies,
“I was walking past y’alls bedroom last night when I
overheard ma telling you,
‘If you wet the head first, it’ll go right in.’”
The Ghostly Advice
When I was about 7 years old, I accompanied my father
to the funeral of a co-worker of his, someone I didn't even know.
When we got there, I stood in a corner waiting for the
time to pass. A bitter-looking man approached me and said, "Enjoy life
kid, enjoy it because time flies. Look at me now, I didn't enjoy it."
Then he passed his hand over my head and left. My
father, before leaving took me with him to pay honours to his friend. When I
looked in the coffin, I was horrified to see that the man in the coffin was the
same man who had spoken to me!!
I was so traumatized I couldn't sleep properly. I had
terrible nightmares. I was terrified of being alone. I saw many psychologists,
endured much turmoil throughout my adolescent years.
It got better as I aged, but I would still occasionally
wake up screaming in fear. It was many years later when I discovered something
remarkable that completely changed my life. That bastard had a twin.
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