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Experience Is What You Have After You've Forgotten Her Name.

At Eighty-two, I Feel Like A Twenty-year-old, But, Unfortunately, There's Never One Around.

Anytime A Person Goes Into A Delicatessen And Orders A Pastrami On White Bread, Somewhere A Jew Dies.

I Feel Like Zsa Zsa Gabor's Sixth Husband. I Know What I'm Supposed To Do, But I Don't Know How To Make It Interesting.

The Problem With Life Is, By The Time You Can Read Women Like A Book, Your Library Card Has Expired.