ahhh...yes when I smoke again

When I'm 80 and in a nursing home and smoking again, this could happen:

My friend Robin and I are outside our nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. I pull out a condom, cut off the end, put it over my cigarette, and continue smoking. Robin asks: "What in the hell is that"? I reply: "A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet". Robin then asks: "Where did you get it"? I answer: "You can get them at any drugstore". The next day, Robin hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely(she is after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers. "Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."