Thursday Special ~ Old Timer Rumpy Pumpy

This one is older than the hills and came from three directions on the one day by email…

The husband leans over and asks his wife, ‘Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind the village tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.’

Yes, she says, ‘I remember it well.’

OK,’ he says, ‘How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time’s sake?’

Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!’

A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, I’ve got to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I’ll just keep an eye on them so there’s no trouble. So he follows them.

The elderly couple walks haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence. The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man drops his trousers. As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in.. Then suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground.

The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and old age that he didn’t know.

After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on. The policeman is still watching and thinks to himself, this is truly amazing; I’ve got to ask them what their secret is.

So, as the couple passes, he says to them, ‘Excuse me, but that was something else. You must’ve had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some sort of secret to this?’

Shaking, the old man is barely able to reply,

Fifty years ago that wasn’t an electric fence.’

11 Comments »

  1. steph said,

    March 26, 2009 at 10:56 am

    Are we allowed to snigger?

    Now, that’s what I call rumpy pumpy medicine! ;-)

    http://biopsy.wordpress.com/2009/03/06/rumpy-pumpy-medicine/

  2. Nick said,

    March 26, 2009 at 1:41 pm

    Goodness, we’d better stay well away from the electric blanket. Anything could happen.

  3. Grannymar said,

    March 26, 2009 at 4:35 pm

    @Steph - Snigger away!

    @Nick - It sure could!

  4. Alice said,

    March 26, 2009 at 5:11 pm

    Well! I don’t know what I expected, but not that! Good one! It gave me a good and loud guffaw, the good for blood pressure kind. Thanks!

  5. Magpie11 said,

    March 26, 2009 at 5:25 pm

    Shocking!

    But funny!

  6. wisewebwoman said,

    March 26, 2009 at 5:32 pm

    OK Where exactly is this electric fence :-))
    XO
    WWW

  7. Grannymar said,

    March 26, 2009 at 5:48 pm

    @Alice - Glad I am good for your health! ;)

    @Magpie - Come on, you smiled! :D

    @WWW - I’m still looking for it!

  8. rummuser said,

    March 26, 2009 at 7:10 pm

    One good joke deserves another.

    As the man began walking toward the door, his wife asked, “Where are you going?”

    The man replied, “I’m going to the doctor.”

    “Why? Are you sick?” the wife asked.

    “No,” the husband replied. “I’m going to get me some of them new Viagra pills.”

    His wife got up out of her rocker and started putting on her coat. The husband turned to her and asked, “Where are you going?”

    The wife replied, “I’m going to the doctor, too.”

    “Why?” asked her husband.

    His wife replied, “If you’re going to start using that rusty old thing again, I’m going to get me a tetanus shot.”

  9. Grannymar said,

    March 26, 2009 at 7:27 pm

    Ramana - very good!

  10. Jefferson Davis said,

    March 27, 2009 at 1:30 am

    Brilliant and hilarious, Grannymar! :)

    By the way, you’ve been tagged. I assure you there is no electric fence involved. ;)

  11. Grannymar said,

    March 27, 2009 at 7:44 am

    Morning JD,

    You tagged me again? :roll: I’m on my way to check it out.

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