One ant was running across an unopened box of crackers and urging another to speed up. “But why do we have to hurry?” said one. “Can you read, you nut! It says, ‘Tear along the dotted line’”.

The minister told an eighty-year-old woman that, at her age, she should be giving some thought to what he called “the hereafter.”

She said to him, “I think about it many times a day.”

“Oh, really?” said the minister. “That is very wise.”

“It’s not a matter of wisdom,” she replied. “It’s when I open a drawer or a closet and I ask myself, ‘What am I here after?’”

Matilda and Rosie were chatting one day. Matilda had recently moved to a retirement home. Rosie asked, “Matilda, how do like your new home?”
“Oh, I love it,” answered Matilda. “there’s so much to do, and no burdens of cooking a cleaning.” “I’m not sure I’d like it,” Rosie said. “I understand there are hardly any men at these places.”
“Oh, indeed there are,” said Matilda. “There’s Will Power, and Charlie Horse, and (whispering) you can even go to bed with Arthur It is. And, if you don’t like them, there’s Ben Gay.”

Some older friends were dining at a restaurant, and one said how interesting it would be it you could turn back the clock and lie your life over again.
“Well, you know what I would like?” said another diner. “I’d like to be eighteen years old but to know what I know now.”
At this point the counter waitress, who had been clearing the table, stopped and said,
“I’m eighteen. What is it you know?”