>
Jane and Arlene are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a
smoke, when 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), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers.
>
> "Doesn't matter, Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."
>
> The pharmacist fainted.
>
> 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), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers.
>
> "Doesn't matter, Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."
>
> The pharmacist fainted.
