When I stop and think about age, or when it seems that age has stopped to think about me, I am amazed.
A friend of mine in Washington is a regular at the night clubs, and something of a joker. “When we go out at night,” he told me, “we never leave home without a safety pin.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because if you want a girlfriend, the first thing you do is give her behind a gentle little poke with the pin.”
“Whatever for?”
“If she feels the pin, the behind is real. If she doesn’t, it’s artificial intelligence,” he said.
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