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ROFL!!!!
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I can watch The Daily Show!
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Gee...If I'd know I would have offered you my seat for it everyday...
bakechef
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Cat in a shark costume chases duck while riding a roomba... A little weirdness for the day.
Cat In A Shark Costume Chases A Duck While Riding A Roomba - YouTube
Cat In A Shark Costume Chases A Duck While Riding A Roomba - YouTube
tinlizzie
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The only other thing that's needed is a great big net -- for the owner! 
Are we easily amused or what?
Are we easily amused or what?
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Dawgluver
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Addie
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First I have to stop laughing so I can type. Kylie, are you deliberately trying to have me go from aches in my side from laughing? Both of them are absolutely hilarious. ROFLACGU! You have outdid yourself girl.
Yesterday, my daughter asked me again why I don’t do something useful with my time.
It seems to be her favourite topic of conversation whenever we've gotten together recently.
She suggested I go to the senior centre and hang out with the guys. I did this, but all the while I was thinking about how to teach her to stay out of my business.
The next day, I told her that I had joined a parachuting club. She said, “Are you nuts? You’re almost 72 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of aeroplanes?”
I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card. She said to me, “Good grief, where are your glasses?! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club!”
“I don’t know what to do,” I told her. “I signed up for five jumps a week.”
She fainted.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.
It seems to be her favourite topic of conversation whenever we've gotten together recently.
She suggested I go to the senior centre and hang out with the guys. I did this, but all the while I was thinking about how to teach her to stay out of my business.
The next day, I told her that I had joined a parachuting club. She said, “Are you nuts? You’re almost 72 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of aeroplanes?”
I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card. She said to me, “Good grief, where are your glasses?! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club!”
“I don’t know what to do,” I told her. “I signed up for five jumps a week.”
She fainted.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.
"Ode to getting old"
Just a line to say I'm living, That I'm not among the dead Though I'm getting more forgetful And something's slipping in my head;
I got used to arthritis, To my dentures I'm resigned. I can manage my bifocals, But oh, how much I miss my mind.
For sometimes I cannot remember When I stand atop the stairs, If I must go down for something Or if I've just come up from there.
And before the fridge, so often My mind is filled with nagging doubt. Have I just put food away, or Have I come to take some out.
I called a friend not long ago, When they answered I just moaned. I hung up quickly without speaking, For I'd forgotten who I'd phoned.
And when the darkness falls upon me I stand alone and scratch my head. I don't know if I'm retiring, Or just getting out of bed?
Once I stood in my own bathroom, Wondering if I'd used the pot. I flushed it just in case I had And sat down just in case I'd not.
So, now if it's my turn to write you. There's no need for getting sore It may be that I think I've written And don't need to write no more.
Now I stand beside the mail box With a face so very red Instead of mailing you the letter I have opened it instead.
Just a line to say I'm living, That I'm not among the dead Though I'm getting more forgetful And something's slipping in my head;
I got used to arthritis, To my dentures I'm resigned. I can manage my bifocals, But oh, how much I miss my mind.
For sometimes I cannot remember When I stand atop the stairs, If I must go down for something Or if I've just come up from there.
And before the fridge, so often My mind is filled with nagging doubt. Have I just put food away, or Have I come to take some out.
I called a friend not long ago, When they answered I just moaned. I hung up quickly without speaking, For I'd forgotten who I'd phoned.
And when the darkness falls upon me I stand alone and scratch my head. I don't know if I'm retiring, Or just getting out of bed?
Once I stood in my own bathroom, Wondering if I'd used the pot. I flushed it just in case I had And sat down just in case I'd not.
So, now if it's my turn to write you. There's no need for getting sore It may be that I think I've written And don't need to write no more.
Now I stand beside the mail box With a face so very red Instead of mailing you the letter I have opened it instead.
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Senior citizen exercise program
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour.
But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour.
But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
