It got up to 94 degrees today – that's pretty good at my age.
I can still enjoy sex at 74 - I live at 75, so it's no distance.
Growing old is compulsory - growing up is optional.
I can remember when safe sex meant a padded headboard.
Although I have always loved the noise of laughter, I really can't fear the coming of quiet. As for funerals, I rather like them. Such nice things are always said about the deceased, I feel sad that they had to miss hearing it all by just a few days.
Real happiness is when you marry a girl for love and find out later she has money.