Two old ladies are having a cigarette outside the old folks home and it starts to rain. One of them suddenly pulls a condom out of her handbag, unravels it and puts it over the cigarette so it doesn"t get wet.
"Ooh, what"s that, Susan?" the other asks."It"s called a condom, they sell them at the chemist"s dear," she answers. So the other goes to the chemist"s and, when asked for a condom by such an elderly lady and seeing an opportunity for mirth, the young lad behind the counter smirks and asks, "So what would you like, a ribbed one, a French tickler, flavoured?"
"Oh, I don"t mind, dear, as long as it fits a Camel"