A small tourist hotel was all abuzz about an afternoon wedding where the groom was 95 and the bride was 23.
The groom looked pretty feeble and the feeling was that the wedding night might kill him, because his bride was a healthy, vivacious young woman.
But lo and behold, the next morning, the bride came down the main staircase slowly, step by step, hanging onto the banister for dear life.
She finally managed to get to the counter of the little shop in the hotel. The clerk looked really concerned, “Whatever happened to you, honey? You look like you’ve been wrestling an alligator!”
The bride groaned, hung on to the counter and managed to speak, “Ohhh God! He told me he’d been saving up for 75 years and I thought he meant his money!!”
Two drunks enter a hotel late at night.
They approach the night-clerk, and one of them says, “Could you please give us a bed with two rooms?”
“You mean a room with two beds?” asks the clerk.
“Whatever, whatever you say.”
So they get a key and somehow to stumble upstairs to their room.
After fumbling for ten minutes, they even manage to get their door open. As they stumble inside, the door closes behind them and they are in total darkness. They go forward slowly, and both fail on the bed closest to the door.
“Ahh,” says one, “Now we can get some sleep at last.” As they try to rearrange themselves, they suddenly realize that they are not alone in their bed.
“Hey! There’s somebody in my bed!” says one of them
“There’s somebody in my bed too!” says the other.
“Let’s get rid of them. We paid for this room and we’re going to sleep in the beds!” says the first.
They start a tremendous struggle. They heave and push until eventually one of them throws the other on the floor.
“ALL RIGHT!!” he shouts, “I’ve thrown mind off the bed.”
“You are lucky,” says other, “ I got thrown off and I’m too tired to flight any more.”
“Well, never mind,” says the first, “Why don’t you just come and share my bed. Let’s get some sleep round here.”
Before setting off on a business trip to Tulsa,
I called the hotel where I’d be staying to see if they had a gym.
The hotel receptionist’s sigh had a tinge of exasperation in it when she answered.
“We have over 300 guests at at this facility,” she said. “Does this ‘Jim’ have a last name?”
