I must admit I am nervous about getting Alzheimer's. Once it hits, I might tell my best joke and never know it.
Before we make love, my husband takes a pain killer.
My sex life is so bad, my G-spot has been declared a historical landmark.
I was not an attractive child. When I didn't use my Girl Scouts uniform as a uniform, I used it as a tent.
There's always an adjective before my name, and it's never a nice one.
My perfect last meal would be: shrimp cocktail, lasagna, steak, creamed spinach, salad with bleu cheese dressing, onion rings, garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry shortcake.