Bill, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the country club with a breathtakingly beautiful 25-year-old blonde on his arm. She's hanging on his every word, and his buddies at the club are aghast.
They corner him and ask, "Bill, how did you get the trophy girlfriend?"
Bill replies, "Girlfriend? She's my wife!"
They're stunned but continue to inquire about Bill's companion. So, how did you persuade her to marry you?"
Bill says, 'I lied about my age."
His friends respond, "What do you mean? Did you tell her you were only 50?"
Bill smiles and says, "No, I told her I was 90."
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