I scored a big fat 95!
Unfortunately, it didn't tell me the quality of those 95 years.
My great-grandma is still alive and she's 94. I remember when her mother died - at the ripe old age of 99. The women in my family live forever but apparently we make up for it by being, shall we say, grumpy.
Who cares how cranky I am - I'm gonna out live 'em anyway!
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[color:"purple"]Whether it's God or The Bomb, it's just the same
It's only fear under another name[/color]