Brewmaniac

Lonely woman, aged 70, decided that it was time to get married. She put an ad in the local paper that read:

HUSBAND WANTED!

MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's),
MUST NOT BEAT ME,
MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME
AND MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!
ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.

On the second day she heard the doorbell. Much to her
dismay, she opened the door to see a gray-haired gentleman
sitting in a wheel chair.

He had no arms or legs.

The old woman said, "You're not really asking me
to consider you, are you? Just look at you! You have no legs!"

The old man smiled, "Therefore, I cannot run around
on you!"

She snorted, "You don't have any hands either!"

Again the old man smiled, "Nor can I beat you!"

She raised an eyebrow and gazed intently. "Are you
still good in bed?"

With that, the old gentleman leaned back, beamed a
big broad smile and said, "I rang the doorbell, didn't I?"