Three women were chatting about getting older, each insisting she had it worse than the others.
The 60-year-old sighed.
“Trust me, sixty is the worst. I always feel like I need to pee… but when I finally get to the bathroom, nothing happens.”
The 70-year-old laughed.
“That’s nothing! At seventy, your bowels go on permanent vacation. You eat bran, drink prune juice, take laxatives, sit on the toilet for hours… and still absolutely nothing.”
The 80-year-old smiled and quietly shook her head.
“Ladies… eighty is much worse.”
The 60-year-old asked,
“So you have trouble peeing too?”
“Not at all,” the 80-year-old replied. “Every single morning at exactly 6:00 a.m., I pee like a racehorse.”
The 70-year-old leaned in.
“Then your digestion must be the problem?”
“Nope. Every morning at 6:30 a.m., I have a perfect bowel movement. You could set your watch by it.”
The other two stared at her in confusion.
Finally, the 60-year-old asked,
“Wait a minute… You pee at 6:00, you poop at 6:30… so what exactly is so terrible about being 80?”
The 80-year-old smiled and delivered the punchline…
“I don’t wake up until 7:00.” 😂
