The bro strikes again

My long-retired brother (who obviously has too much time) sent me another doozy!

A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other if there is sex after death. Their biggest fear was that there was no after life at all.

After a long life together, the husband was the first to die. True to his word, he made the first contact: “Marion, Marion.” “Is that you, Bob?” “Yes, I’ve come back like we agreed.” “That’s wonderful!  What’s it like?” “Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex. I have breakfast and then it’s off to the golf course. I have sex again, bathe in the warm sun and then have sex a couple of more times.

Then I have lunch (you’d be proud — lots of greens).  Another romp around the golf course, then pretty much have sex the rest of the afternoon. After supper, it’s back to the golf course again.

Then it’s more sex until late at night. I catch some much needed sleep and then the next day it starts all over again”.

“Oh, Bob!  Are you in Heaven?”

“No… I’m now a rabbit somewhere in Arizona.”

35 thoughts on “The bro strikes again

    • I spent Saturday with him. He’s a hoot alright! Somehow we got lost on the way to somewhere we had been before. It took two stops to ask for directions to get there. But these are the memories that make the funny stories I tell about him.

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