I Got Carded at a Local Honky-Tonk

I am sixty-six and went dancing last night.  The guy at the door said he needed an I.D. to prove my age. I nearly fainted. “Look at my neck!” I scrrreeeched. He smiled and said nothing.

So I got the driver’s license in my car and showed him. I should have sent him a thank you note.

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