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When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over!!
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The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.
~ Helen Hayes (at 73)~ 
Inside every older person is a younger person — wondering what the hell happened.
~ Cora Harvey Armstrong ~ 
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Unbelievable. What a loading job!
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Continue reading about Best Use of Vehicle -How did they do that?
Can you see the Giraffe?
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One of my favourites!
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Marvin says,”They don’t know what they are talking about!
Just look at me!”
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Continue reading about If you love something, set it free -Parody
Little Johnny was in the garden filling in a hole when his neighbor peered over the fence. The neighbor was curious and wanted to know what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, so he politely asked,”What are you up to there, Little Johnny?” “My goldfish died,” replied Little Johnny tearfully, without looking up, “and I’ve just buried him.” The neighbor was concerned, “That’s an awfully big grave for a goldfish, isn’t it?” Little Johnny patted down the last heap of earth then replied, “That’s because he’s inside your stupid cat.”
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Some might say Poor CAT!
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Late on one Saturday night, the Garda spotted O’Callaghan driving very erratically through the streets of Dungarvan, County Waterford. The policeman pulled him over and asked O’Callaghan if he had been drinking that evening.
‘Aye, so I have. ‘Tis Saturday, you know, so me and the lads stopped by the pub where I had six or seven pints,’ chattered the inebriated O’Callaghan. ‘Then there was something called “Happy Hour” and they served these mar-gar-itos which are quite good. I had four or five o’ those. Then I had to drive me friend O’Reilly home and o’ course I had to go in for a couple of Guinness – couldn’t be rude, ye know. Then I stopped on the way home to get another bottle for later …,’ and O’Callaghan fumbled around in his coat until he located his bottle of whiskey, which he held up for inspection.
The Garda officer sighed and said, ‘Sir, I’m afraid I’ll need you to step out of the car and take a breathalyser test.’
Indignantly, O’Callaghan replied, ‘Why? Don’t ye believe me?’
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