The Price We Pay

[FrancoDiSantisxxx]

A group of old men was sitting around at Starbucks.

 

"My arms have gotten so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.

 

"Yes, I know," said another. "My cataracts are so bad; I can't even see my coffee."

 

"I couldn't even sign a check anymore, my hands are so crippled," volunteered a third.

 

"What? Speak up! What? I can't hear you!" exclaimed a fourth.

 

"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck, "said another, and several nodded weakly in agreement.

 

"My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy!" exclaimed another.

 

"I forget where I am, and where I'm going," said another.

 

"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he slowly shook his head.

 

Everyone nodded in agreement.

 

"Well, count your blessings," said the first man "and thank God we can all still fuck."

 

The original punch line was "drive."