Donna and Joan
Joan, 79 and Donna, 80 are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. Joan pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette and continues smoking.
Donna : “What the hell is that?”
Joan: “A condom. This way my cigarette doesn’t get wet.”
Donna: “Where did you get it?”
Joan: “You get them at any drugstore.”
The next day, Donna hobbles herself to the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condom.
The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely but delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers.
“Doesn’t matter, sonny – as long as it fits on a Camel.”
The pharmacist fainted.
