fw: "SENIORS GETTING MARRIED"
	
	
		        Jacob, age 92, and  Rebecca, age 89, living in Florida, are all excited about their decision to get  married.
They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and  on the way they pass a CVS  Drugstore. Jacob suggests they go in.
Jacob addresses the man  behind the counter: "Are you the owner?"
The pharmacist answers,  "Yes."
Jacob: "We're about to get married. Do you sell heart  Medication?"
Pharmacist: "Of course we do."
Jacob: "How about medicine  for circulation?"
Pharmacist: "All kinds "
Jacob: "Medicine for  rheumatism?"
Pharmacist: "Definitely."
Jacob: "How about  suppositories?"
Pharmacist: "You bet!"
Jacob: "Medicine for memory  problems, arthritis and Alzheimer's?"
Pharmacist: "Yes, a large variety. The  works."
Jacob: "What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes  for Parkinson's disease?"
Pharmacist: "Absolutely."
Jacob: "Everything  for heartburn and indigestion?"
Pharmacist: "We sure do."
Jacob: "You  sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?"
Pharmacist: "All speeds and           sizes.."
Jacob: "Adult  diapers?"
Pharmacist: "Sure.."
Jacob: "We'd like to use this store as  our Bridal Registry."  
 
	 
 
	
	
	
		Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders
	
	
		Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.  So I went to a shrink and told him I've got problems.'Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it.  I'm scared.  I think I'm going crazy.'
  'Just put yourself in my hands for one year, said the shrink. 'Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears...'
  'How much do you charge?' 'Eighty dollars per visit,' replied the doctor. 'I'll sleep on it,' I said.
  Six months later the doctor met me on the street. 'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.
  'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup!'
  'Is that so?' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?'
  'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! -  Ain't nobody under there now!!!
   SCREW THOSE SHRINKS... GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!