Hey, a pretty girl is forever. Youth is forever. In my woken-from-a-sound-sleep consciousness, I'm always 22. In my present life, I'll be 9 in August. This is my tenth life, close as I can figure, given the senile dementia. According to the calendar, I've used up 70 years' worth of oxygen, and given back only 50 years' worth of service. Better stick around a while longer and pick up the slack!
"What's good for general Bullmoose is good for the USA." I find it curious that so little has changed while so much has changed.