(Sexist joke)
Gladys Goldman is getting ready for bed. She's standing in front
of her full-length mirror, taking a long, hard look at herself.
"You know, Harvey," she comments to her husband, "I stare into
this mirror and I see an ancient creature. My face is all wrinkled,
my boobs sag, my arms and legs are as flabby as popped balloons,
and my behind looks like a sad, deflated version of the Hindenburg!"
She turns to face him and says, "Dear, please tell me just one
positive thing about my body so I can feel better about myself."
Harvey looks up from his Austin Healey magazine, studies
Gladys critically for a moment and then says in a soft, thoughtful
voice, "Well, there's nothing wrong with your eyesight."
Services for Harvey Goldman will be held Tuesday morning at 10:30.
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