so I drive down and visit mom in the nursing home. They will spring her in a week or so as she is feeling much better. I go in and this little old man with a walker say's oh your son is here, I will talk to you later. He hobbles out with his walker. Mom goes, he is a very nice man but a lousy bingo player ... I don't think he is Catholic. I said well that explains why he ain't much of a bingo player.

Then she says, we are friends, but it is good to know that at 89, I still got it

LOL crazy woman