94-year-old Grandma Ethel walks into a church and heads straight for the confessional.
“Father,” she says, “last night I went out with a 22-year-old man. We had dinner, danced, laughed… and then went back to his place.”
The priest gasps. “Did something inappropriate happen?”
“Of course not!” Ethel laughs. “But I stayed out past midnight, ate cheesecake, and had two margaritas. At my age, that’s practically a sin!”
“So why are you confessing?” the priest asks.
Ethel grins. “Because at 94, I just love telling people about it!”