A group of old friends were talking about how difficult it was to grow old.
“Sixty is the worst age to be, you always feel like you have to pee. And most of the time, you stand at the toilet, and nothing comes out!” said the 60-year-old.
“Ah, that’s nothing,” said the 70-year-old. “When you’re seventy, you can’t even crap anymore. You take laxatives, then you sit on the toilet all day waiting for the arrival and nothing comes out!”
“Actually,” said the 80-year-old, “80 is the worst age of all!”
“Do you have trouble peeing too?” asked the 60-year-old.
“No, not really. I pee every morning at 6:00. I pee like a racehorse on a flat rock; no problem at all.”
“Do you have trouble crapping?” asked the 70-year-old.
“No, I crap every morning at 6:30 and no laxatives, no waiting needed, come 6.30 it’s all out there by itself loose and fine.”
With great exasperation, the 60-year-old said, “Let me get this straight. You pee every morning at 6:00 and crap every morning at 6:30. So what’s so tough about being 80?”
“I don’t wake up until 7:00!”
