No, after seeing this, my vision is BURNING!!!
No Aunty, it’s your grasp on reality that’s defective.
If you think it’s perfect, that’s all that matters.
This is why clothes were invented!!
My sister accuses me with the statement, “Growing old in mandatory. Growing up is optional.” It fits. I’ve never acted my age in my entire life and I am not about to start now.
I gave her a card that said, “I have furniture disease. My chest fell into my drawers a long time ago.”
I’m not old; 70 isn’t old if you’re a tree.
It is now!
Ow !!! My eyes !!! Now my vision is defective. Gee, thanks a lot, Auntie. Hello, chemical company, I need a truckload of brain bleach please.
All that wine is making you delusional.
And all those flawed-glass mirrors, too!
My body is in perfect shape, Pear is a shape, right?
She’s like me in that we both suffer from Donelops disease. It’s where it done lops over your belt. On the upside, mine isn’t as severe as hers.
Good for you.
One needs beer goggles.