One woman was bragging to her next-door neighbor about her son, a college student: “Why our son is so brilliant, every time we get an email from him we have to go dictionary.com.”

“You’re lucky,” the neighbor said. “Every time we get an email from our son in college, we have to go to the bank.”

One Liner
I’ve found that growing up in the 60s was a lot more fun than being in my 60s.