An 80-year-old man married a 20-year-old girl.

After a year she gave birth in a hospital. The nurse congratulated the fellow. “This is amazing. How do you do it at your age?” He answered, “You’ve got to keep that old motor running.”

The following year she gave birth again. The same nurse said, “You really are amazing. What’s the secret?” He again said, “You’ve got to keep the old motor running.”

The same thing happened the next year. The nurse said, “You must be quite a man.” He responded, “You’ve got to keep that old motor running.”

The nurse then said, “Well, you had better change the oil, this one’s black!”

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  1. The 80-year-old man arched his eyebrow. “Well, yes, she would be,” he replied. “Although you might have been envisioning me as a wizened, bald-headed man with white skin and liver spots, a cursory glance will reveal that I actually bear a striking resemblance to Morgan Freeman.”

    “Oh, yes, I can see that,” the nurse hurriedly answered. “Moreover, I can hear how similar your voice is to his.” She paused for a moment. “I have to know, though, why were your first two babies white?”

    “What gave you the impression that they were?” the man asked. “In point of fact, all of my daughters – which you had been misremembering to have been sons, I’d say – have been black… which is to be expected, given that my wife and I are both black.”

    The nurse winced to herself with embarrassment. “For some reason, I’d been picturing your wife as being a blonde-haired girl with unnaturally large breasts.”

    “Well,” responded the man, “you were correct about half of that.”

    A moment of slightly awkward silence passed, although the man kept quietly smiling.

    “Okay, really, though,” blurted the nurse, “I have to know the truth: How do you manage to keep fathering offspring at your time of life? What’s the *real* secret?”

    The man’s smile broadened. “Well, at the tender age of eighteen,” he began, “I lost my virginity in the back seat of a brand-new 1957 Ford Skyliner. Since that day, I’ve maintained a particular penchant for lovemaking in classic automobiles. Something about being surrounded by Detroit steel while inhaling the heady scent of gasoline just brings me to firm attention… so I take my wife out for drives whenever the mood strikes me.”

    “That’s… beautiful, I guess,” said the nurse. “Still, at your age, and in that position, how can you… you know, *thrust?* How can you actually experience enough sensation to bring yourselves to climax?”

    The man winked. “You’ve got to keep that old motor running.”

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