My grandmother started walking 5 miles a day when she was 60. She is now 97 and we don't know where she is. Ok press number 3.
I don't exercise at all. If God meant us to touch our toes, he would have put them further up our body. Ok press number 6.
"You're really in pretty good shape for a man of 65," said the doctor reassuringly. "Of course, you're only 48..." Press number 8
A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabbits?" And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks: "Do you want a wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?" The little girl puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: "I don't fink my pyfon really giveths a thit." Press 11.
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