Kay Manning (Elrod)
I finally have everything that I wanted as a teenager - only 60 years later.
I don't have to go to school or work.
I get an allowance every month.
I have my own pad. I don't have a curfew. I have a driver's license and my own car.
I play golf as much as I want!
The people I hang around with are not scared of getting anyone pregnant and I don't have acne.
Life is great.
Old age is coming at a really bad time.
When I was a child I thought "nap time" was a punishment. Now it feels like a small vacation.
The biggest lie I tell myself is... " I don't have to write that down, I'll remember it".
I don't have gray hair.... I don’t have enough to count.
If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would've put ‘em on my knees.
Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven't met yet.
Why do I have to press one for English when you're just going to transfer me to someone I can't
understand anyway?
Of course, I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice.
At my age "Getting Lucky" means walking into a room and remembering what I went in there for.
I have more friends I should send this to, but right now I can't remember their names.
Now, I'm wondering... did I send this to you, or did you send it to me?
This email was sent to me by a friend. I hope it isn't offensive, controversial, or too political in any way to our classmates. K
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