Two retired friends, Mort and Frank, sat watching the sunset. Mort was complaining about the aches and pains of getting old.
"I'm not old," Frank said. "I'm aged, like fine wine."
"Young wine is fine," Mort said. "Old wine turns into vinegar."
Two retired friends, Mort and Frank, sat watching the sunset. Mort was complaining about the aches and pains of getting old.
"I'm not old," Frank said. "I'm aged, like fine wine."
"Young wine is fine," Mort said. "Old wine turns into vinegar."
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