Sunday Phunnies

Jacob, age 92, and Rebecca, age 89, living in Florida, are all excited about their decision to get married.

They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a drugstore. Jacob suggests they go in.

Jacob addresses the man behind the counter: 'Are you the owner?' The pharmacist answers, 'Yes.'

Jacob: 'We're about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?' Pharmacist: 'Of course.

Jacob: 'Medicine for rheumatism and scoliosis?' Pharmacist: 'Definitely.'

Jacob: 'How about Viagra?' Pharmacist: 'Of course.'

Jacob: 'Medicine for memory problems, arthritis, jaundice?' Pharmacist: 'Yes, a large variety. The works.'

Jacob: 'What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson's disease?' Pharmacist: 'Absolutely.'

Jacob: 'You sell wheelchairs and walkers?' Pharmacist: 'All speeds and sizes.'

Jacob: 'We'd like to use this store as our Bridal Registry.'