After 65-year-old Bill retired, his wife quickly lost her patience with him hanging around the house. “Bill, get a hobby, join a club—just get out of my hair!” she insisted.
Hoping to keep the peace, Bill went out for a few hours and returned looking very proud of himself.
“So, what did you do today?” his wife asked.
“I went to the park, met some guys, and guess what? I joined a parachute club!”
“A what?!” she screamed. “Are you out of your mind? You’re 65 years old and jumping out of airplanes?!”
“Yep! Look, they even gave me a membership card!”
His wife snatched the card, squinted at it, and gasped in horror. “Bill, you idiot! This says Prostitute Club, not Parachute Club!”
Bill’s face went completely pale. “Oh no… now what am I going to do? I already signed up for five jumps a week!”
