Sometimes, I Wonder What I'm Doing Here.

We Latins Make Splendid Lovers And Splendid Older Men.

They Would Glue The Wig To The Front Of My Forehead, And After A While It Would Give Me A Headache.

I'm 86 And My Doctor Used To Tell Me To Slow Down - At Least He Did Until He Dropped Dead.

I Had To Keep From Laughing When A Male Relative Of Mine Became Concerned About How Often I Danced.

They Say The Camera Never Lies. It Lies Every Day.