Husband Wanted


A lonely widow, age 72, decided that it was time to get married again.
So she put an ad in the Bonita newspaper that read:


HUSBAND WANTED:
MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's), MUST NOT BEAT ME, MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME, MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!!! ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY  IN PERSON.


On the second day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she opened the door just to see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in  a wheelchair He had no arms and no legs.
Helen said, 'You're not really asking me to consider  you, are you? Just look at you...you have no legs!'

The old man smiled, 'Therefore, I cannot run around on you!'

She snorted.

'You don 't have any arms either!'

Again, the old man smiled, 'Therefore, I can never beat you!'

She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, 'Are you still good  in bed?'

The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said,  'Rang the doorbell, didn't I?