It looks like no matter how old you get we all want the same thing on our birthday. This chick turned 100 years old and all she still can think about is how to get laid. I don’t blame her for wanting some action on her day of celebration but she’s going to have to be realistic here. This bag of bones is a century old and no way can she perform like she use to.

I don’t envy the poor sap who has to grant this dying women her wish. A whoo-ha that old has got to be dried up like Death Valley by now. I imagine it would feel like an empty zip-lock bag filled with dried up cat tongues. but i guess if you can look past the logistics of the situation and the guaranteed sandpaper feeling then who am I to keep elderly women from getting the best birthday gift of all. Go get you some granny!