When their father turned 85 his sons conspired to give him a birthday celebration to end birthday celebrations.

They took him to the city, they visited musuems, they went to dinner at the fanciest, most expensive restaurant, they went to a Broadway musical and finally, at last, they deposited him in his ornate hotel suite and bade him good night.

There is a knock at the door. He opens it and there stands a slinky, gorgeous young woman in the skimpiest of outfits.

His eyes huge, he says, Yes?

She says, I'm here for you. Only you.

He stammers, Why?

She purrs, Would you like supersex?















He says, I'll take the soup.