A women decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday
She spends $15,000 and looks sensational. On her way home, she stops at a news stand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, āI hope you donāt mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?ā.
āAbout 32,ā is the reply.ā
āNope! Iām exactly 50,ā the woman says happily.<br>
A little while later she goes into McDonaldās and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, āIād guess about 29.ā The woman replies with a big smile, āNope, Iām 50.ā
Now sheās feeling really good about herself. She stops at a candy shop on her way down the street.
She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the assistant the same burning question.
The clerk responds, āOh, Iād say 30.ā
Again she proudly responds, āIām 50, but thank you!ā
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.
He replies, āLady, Iām 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra Then, and only then I can tell you EXACTLY how old you are.ā
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the better of her. She finally blurts out, āWhat the hell, go ahead.ā
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, āOkay, okay.....How old am I?ā
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, āMadam, you are 50.ā
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, āThat was incredible, how could you tell?ā
āI was behind you at McDonaldsā.
