>She put an ad in the local paper that read: "HUSBAND WANTED,
>must be in my age group, must not beat me, must not run around on me,
>and
>must still be good in bed! All applicants apply in person."
>
>On the second day she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay she
>opened the door to see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in a wheel
>chair. He had no arms or legs. The woman said: "You're not really
>asking me to consider you, are you? Just look at you...you have no
>legs!" The old man smiled: "Therefore I cannot run around on you!" She
>snorted: "You don't have any hands either!" Again the old man smiled,
>Nor can I beat you!" She raised an eyebrow and gazed intently: Are you
>still good in bed?" With that, the old gentleman beamed a broad smile
>and said "I rang the doorbell didn't I?"
