That's Why Ears Have Cartilage, To Keep

My Dad Came Over To The House... Went Into His Pocket And Pulled Out A Handful Of Money, And Began To Pass It Out To The Children... This Was The Same Man Who, When I Was His Child, I Would Ask Him For 50 Cents, This Man Would Tell Me His Life's Story.

In Your 50s, Time Becomes Precious And Must Not Be Wasted. Every Minute Is An Excellent Opportunity For A Good Nap. Happy 50th Birthday!

Immortality Is A Long Shot, I Admit. But Somebody Has To Be First.

Gray Hair Is God's Graffiti.

What Best Defines A Child Is The Total Inability To Receive Information From Anything Not Plugged In.