Last week while walking in the park, I came across a very old man sitting on a bench, hysterically crying.
I felt so bad, I couldn't help but to sit down next to him and ask him what was wrong.
He went on to explain that he was a very wealthy man and lived in a beautiful house. Decorated with all fine furnishings. He owned a really nice sports car. His wife, 40 years younger than him was truly so beautiful. She was a fantastic cook and made him any meal he desired. When he would come home from work, she would greet him at the door, take off his shoes, massage his feet and put on his slippers. He even went on to say that she was a fantastic lover and made love to him anytime he wanted.
I asked him, if all of this was so, then why was he crying?
At which he responded, wailing at the top of his lungs... "BECAUSE, I FORGOT WHERE I LIVE"!
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