Brewmaniac

Bob, a 70-year-old wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a
breathtakingly beautiful 25-year-old blonde who knocks everyone's socks off
with her youthful sex appeal and charm who hangs over Bob's arm and listens
intently to his every word.

His buddies at the club are equal parts aghast and curious. They corner him
and ask, "Bob, how'd you get the trophy girlfriend?"

Bob replies, "Girlfriend? She's my wife!"

They're knocked over, but continue to ask. "So, how'd you persuade her to
marry you?"

Bob says, "I lied about my age."

His friends respond, "What do you mean? Did you tell her you were only 50?"

Bob smiles and says, "No, I told her I was 90."

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