Tiffany

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age. A thought for us on here that know! And for those on here that will find out! Have a great Thursday! Your vote is in.

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I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car. It's Wednesday!!! Your vote is in.

Thanks for the friend add Tiffany, great to have you!

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide. Have a grand Tuesday and do something special! Your vote is in.