When I had been married for 25 years, I took a look at my wife one day and said, "Honey, 25 years ago, we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed, and watched a 10-inch black and white TV. But I got to sleep every night with a hot 25-year-old blonde."

"Now, we have a nice house, nice car, a big king-sized bed, and a plasma screen TV. But I'm sleeping with a 50-year-old woman. It seems to me that you're not holding up your side of things."

My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out and find a hot 25-year-old blonde, and she would make absolutely sure that I would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap car, sleeping on a sofa bed, and watching a 10-inch black and white TV.

Moral: Aren't older women great? They really know how to solve your problems in a hurry.

Too Funny

I think there might be a second moral to this tale.

Marry at 15. Then divorce and marry again at 30. Repeat every 15 years as needed for as long as one lives.

One doesn't have the time then to amass any real property on either side to loose.

//Aside - funny story there "The Gorilla.