After 65-year-old Invoice retired, his spouse rapidly misplaced her persistence with him hanging round the home. “Invoice, get a pastime, be part of a membership—simply get out of my hair!” she insisted.
Hoping to maintain the peace, Invoice went out for just a few hours and returned trying very happy with himself.
“So, what did you do immediately?” his spouse requested.
“I went to the park, met some guys, and guess what? I joined a parachute membership!”
“A what?!” she screamed. “Are you out of your thoughts? You’re 65 years outdated and leaping out of airplanes?!”
“Yep! Look, they even gave me a membership card!”
His spouse snatched the cardboard, squinted at it, and gasped in horror. “Invoice, you fool! This says Prostitute Membership, not Parachute Membership!”
Invoice’s face went fully pale. “Oh no… now what am I going to do? I already signed up for 5 jumps every week!”
