Getting old is no good. You look awful, you probably feel awful, and no body likes you.
Brother #2: Mom, I wish you would stop smoking.
Mom: Why? I don’t want to live past 80 anyways, so this (pointing to cigarette) should do the trick!
Mom: I got a look at myself in the mirror at the bookstore. You all are right, I am ugly!
Me: We never said you were ugly, we just said you were old.
Mom: Well you should add ugly – egads!
