Mr. Wallace was 92 years old and married a lady only 22. Everybody knew it was his money she was after so he made a will giving her half and his two sons half when he died.
Two days later he wheeled into the bar and his friend Mack asked, "Must have been a wild wedding night."
"Sure was. The only reason I'm in this wheel chair is because I fell down the steps at home."
"Somebody push you?"
"No. On our wedding night my two sons carried me upstairs to our bedroom. This morning, it took four strong men to get me downstairs."
"That's 2 nights and a day! No wonder you're weak"
"Naw! I was fighting them tooth and nail all the way from the bed to the door and holding my own until we reached the stairs when they dropped me. Mack, I want you to get me eight strong men."