You’ve had it

An old man made it shakily through the door to Joe Conforte’s Mustang Ranch, outside Reno, Nevada. The receptionist stared at him.

“You gotta be in the wrong place,” she exclaimed. “What are you looking for?”

“Ain’t this where you always got forty five girls ready ‘n’ able?”

The receptionist looked perplexed. “Ready for what?”

“I want a girl,” the old man rasped. “I wanna get laid.”

“How old are you, Pop?” she asked.

“92” he replied.

“92? Pop, you’ve had it.”

“Oh.” said the old man, a little disconcerted as his trembling fingers reached for his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by calamjo

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