YET HUGH HEFNER IS 137
Yes, sex can kill you, U.S. study shows
(Thanks to Chris Elzi, RussellMc and Mark Schlesinger)
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March 23, 2011
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So you can reduce your risk by not jogging while having sex?
Posted by: Ralph | March 23, 2011 at 08:43 AM
Well finally somthing I do not have to worry about a whole lot, just a little bit, sometimes, on good days, when the weather is good, and there are not 27 grandkids running around the house, and the dogs and cats are all fed.
Posted by: oldfatguy | March 23, 2011 at 09:14 AM
OK. Are there any guys out there who DON'T want to go that way?
I thought not.
Posted by: Steve | March 23, 2011 at 09:17 AM
This is not news.
Exhibit A: John Garfield
Exhibit B: Nelson Rockefeller
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | March 23, 2011 at 09:32 AM
I was going to mention Nelson, but wasn't Garfield shot?
Posted by: Elon | March 23, 2011 at 10:12 AM
I hope not. I like that cat.
Posted by: Steve | March 23, 2011 at 11:22 AM
Aren't Jon and Garfield boy and cat?
If you send a letter to Jon Garfeild, who gets it?
Posted by: funny man | March 23, 2011 at 12:37 PM
In Garfield's case, they called it suicide.
Posted by: Clankazoid | March 23, 2011 at 01:16 PM
Boudreaux: "Hey dere, Thibodeaux."
Thibodeaux: "Hey dere, Boudreaux."
Boudreaux: "Not 'Boudreaux.' Now you gots to call me 'Lucky'."
Thibodeaux: "Why I gots to call you 'Lucky'?"
Boudreaux: "Cuz I was visitin' my girlfrien', and her husband came home early, and he shot me in the ass."
Thibodeaux: "So your girlfrien's husband came home early and you got shot in the ass and now I gots to call you 'Lucky'?! How dat work?"
Boudreaux: "Cuz, Thibodeaux. Her husband come home half a hour earlier, he'd a shot me in the back o' the hayd."
That's how I want to go.
Posted by: bonmot | March 23, 2011 at 01:45 PM
My wife killed sex instead. I'm gonna frickin' live forever.
Posted by: Loudmouth | March 23, 2011 at 05:45 PM