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I share the sorrow with you Kevin.
My mother passed away last Saturday at 87 yrs.

A lonely 72-year-old widow decided that it was time to marry again. She put an ad in the local newspaper that read: "Husband wanted! Must be in the 70 to 75 age group, must be kind and gentle and never raise his hand to me, must not run around after other women and, most importantly, must still be good in bed. All applicants please apply in person." She then included her address details.
The following day, she heard the doorbell ring and, much to her dismay, she opened the door to see a smartly dressed grey-haired gentleman sitting in a wheelchair. In a basket on the back of the chair was an enormous bunch of red roses. Unfortunately, however, he had neither arms nor legs.
"You're not really asking me to consider you, are you?" the widow asked: "Just look at you, you have no legs!"
The grey-haired gentleman smiled and said: "Therefore, I cannot run around after other women can I?"
"But you don't have any arms either!" she snorted.
The grey-haired gentleman smiled and said: "Therefore, I can never raise my hand to you can I?"
She raised an eyebrow and asked intently: "Well O.K. but are you still good in bed?"
The grey-haired gentleman leaned back in his wheelchair, beamed a big, big smile and said: "I rang the doorbell, didn't I?"🤣

lonely to hard..it pains some timez.

welcome to Uganda Africa

it's like bored every year to me.

My denomination is called Reformed Baptist. Back in the day, they were called Particular Baptists (that's in the past).