I caused my husband's heart attack. In the middle of lovemaking I took the paper bag off my head. He dropped the Polaroid and keeled over and so did the hooker. It would have taken me half an hour to untie myself and call the paramedics, but fortunately the Great Dane could dial.
Edgar had a heart attack, and I'm to blame. We were making love, and I took the bag off my head.
Valentine's Day is different for old people. At this age I receive chocolates in boxes shaped like artificial hearts.
At my age an affair of the heart is a bypass!
