Three elderly gentlemen were sitting on a park bench, boasts flying back and forth as they happily discussed their recent romantic exploits.
The first man leaned back with a smug grin. “Well, fellas, last week my wife and I had incredible lovemaking. I rubbed her body from head to toe with exotic warming oil, we made passionate love, and she screamed out loud for five solid minutes at the end.”
The second man smirked, waving his hand dismissively. “That’s child’s play. Last week, I rubbed my wife all over with pure, melted Irish butter. We made passionate love, and she screamed in absolute ecstasy for fifteen minutes straight!”
The third man chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “You boys have a lot to learn. Last week, I rubbed my wife all over with thick, greasy chicken fat. We made love, and she screamed at the top of her lungs for six agonizing hours.”
The other two men sat up, their jaws dropping in absolute shock. “Six hours?!” the first man gasped. “How on earth did you manage that kind of stamina at your age?”
The third man grinned wickely and replied:
“Oh, the lovemaking only lasted three minutes. But then I got up and wiped my greasy hands all over her brand-new silk drapes.”
