Jane
and Arlene are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it
starts to rain. Jane pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts i t over her
cigarette, and continues smoking.
Arlene:
What in the hell is that?
Jane:
A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Arlene:
Where did you get it?
Jane:
You can get them at any drugstore.
The
next day, Arlene hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the
pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.
The
pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is after
all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she
prefers.
'Doesn't
matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel.'
The
pharmacist fainted.