Ira Levine, in his 70s, is seated on a park bench, wailing.
A passer-by stops and asks, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can do to
help?"
Levine says, "I have a beautiful 25-year-old wife at home. She makes love
to me every morning and then gets up and makes me breakfast. She makes me
homemade soup for lunch and then makes love to me for half the afternoon. And
for dinner she makes me a meal to die for and then makes love to me until
midnight."
"Then why in the world are you be crying?"
"Why?" Levine says. "I can't remember where I live!"
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