I Think There Is Just A Vein

I Used To Think I Preferred Getting Old To The Alternative, But Now I'm Not Sure. Sometimes The Momotony Of Bingo And Sing-alongs And Ancient Dusty People Parked In The Hallway In Wheelchairs Makes Me Long For Death. Particularly When I Rememver That I'm One Of The Ancient Dusty People, Filed Away Like Some Worthless Tchotchke.

I Just Can't. I'm Married. I Made My Bed And Now I Have To Lie In It.

When Two People Are Meant To Be Together, They Will Be Together. It's Fate.

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.

How Hard Can It Be To Find A Girl And An Elephant For Christ's Sake?