When Bill turned 65, he decided it was time to retire and enjoy life. But after just a few months of him being home all the time, his wife was losing patience.
“Bill, you need to find a hobby! Join a club, do something—just get out of the house!” she insisted.
Wanting to keep the peace, Bill went out for a few hours and returned home feeling quite accomplished.
“So, what did you do today?” his wife asked.
“Oh, I went to the park, hung out with some guys… and guess what? I joined a parachute club!”
“A what?! Are you out of your mind? You’re 65 years old, and you’re jumping out of airplanes?!”
“Yep! Look, they even gave me a membership card!”
His wife snatched the card from his hand, squinted at it, then gasped.
“Bill! You idiot! This says Prostitute Club, not Parachute Club!”
Bill’s face turned pale. “Oh no… now what do I do? I already signed up for five jumps a week!”
