Jane and Arlene are out on the lawn of their nursing home. They are each sipping from a can of Pepsi. As is their custom, Jane pulls a pack of Camels out of her purse and offers one to Arlene. As they are enjoying their smokes, it starts to rain. Jane pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues smoking.
Arlene: What in the hell is that?
Jane: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Arlene: Where did you get it?
Jane: You can get them at any drugstore.
The next day, Arlene hobbles herself into the local drugstore and
announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.
The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed , looks at her kind of strangely
(she is after all, over 80 years of age), then very delicately asks what
brand of condom she prefers.
Arlene replies, "Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."
Arlene: What in the hell is that?
Jane: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Arlene: Where did you get it?
Jane: You can get them at any drugstore.
The next day, Arlene hobbles herself into the local drugstore and
announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.
The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed , looks at her kind of strangely
(she is after all, over 80 years of age), then very delicately asks what
brand of condom she prefers.
Arlene replies, "Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."
