A 90 year-old man marries a beautiful 25 year-old woman..

They go on their honeymoon to beautiful, picturesque Venice, Italy. After a day of sightseeing, they return to their hotel. He turns to his young bride and says “Honey, I’m tired after all this excitement. I’m going to go to bed. See you in the morning.” She say ok, and off he goes to bed, while she stays in the living room of their honeymoon suite.

11pm that night, he comes into the living room and begins to make passionate love to his new wife. Once they finish up, he once again excuses himself and goes back to bed. The young woman is so exhausted, that she falls asleep right there on the couch.

1am that same night, he comes into the living room again, wakes her up again, and they once again make passionate, incredible, mind-blowing love. She’s amazed at his stamina and performance, especially for a man as old as he is! This time was better than the last, too! Once again, they finish up and he goes off to bed. She, same as before, passes out on the couch with a smile from ear to ear.

3am that same night, he once AGAIN comes into the living room and wakes her, ready to kick off round three. This time, she stops her stallion of a husband and asks him, “Dear, how do you do it?! How can you come in here two times already tonight and be ready for a third go?!”

He looks at her with a twinkle in his eye and says… “I was here twice already?!”

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