i (i) wrote,
i
i



Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked
anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and
the eyesight to tell the difference.

Now that I'm "older" (but refuse to grow up), here's
what I've discovered:

I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.

My wild oats have turned into All Bran.

I finally got my head together; now my body is falling
apart.

Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.
Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.

If all is not lost, where is it?

It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.

The only time the world beats a path to your door is
when you're in the bathroom.

If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put
them on my knees.

It's not hard to meet expenses; they're everywhere.

These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the
hereafter. I go somewhere to get something and then
wonder what I'm hereafter.

Now, I think you're supposed to send this to 5 or 6,
maybe 10, oh well, send it to a bunch of your friends if
you can remember who they are. Then something is
supposed to happen, I think. (Maybe you get your memory
back.)
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