Two older women were outside their nursing home, having a smoke, when it started to rain. One of the ladies pulled out a condom, cut off the end, put it over her cigarette, and continued smoking.
First Lady: “What’s that?”
Second Lady: “A condom. This way, my cigarette doesn’t get wet.”
First Lady: “Where did you get it?”
Second Lady: “You can get them at any drugstore.”
The next day, Lady 1 hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The guy, obviously embarrassed, looks at her a bit strangely—she is, after all, over 80 years old—but politely asks what brand she prefers.
Lady 1: “Doesn’t matter, son, as long as it fits a Camel.”
