Bob and Francisca lived together in a retirement home and had grown very close.
One of their favorite nightly rituals was to sit on the patio, gaze at the stars, and reminisce.
One evening, Bob made an unusual request.
“Francisca,” he said, “would you hold my pecker while we talk?
Just hold it, nothing else, and we can keep chatting.”
She was hesitant but agreed.
She held his pecker, and they continued their conversation as if nothing was different.
It became their new nightly routine: sitting under the stars, Francisca holding Bob’s pecker while they talked.
One night, Francisca went out to the patio and Bob wasn’t there.
She checked the lounge, the bingo room, and finally found him at the pool — with another resident, Agnes.
Francisca was furious.
She marched over and demanded, “Bob, what does Agnes have that I don’t?”
Bob calmly replied, “Parkinson’s.