The Importance of Walking...
From the email archive...

My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60. Now he's 97 years old and we don't know where he is.
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
The only reason I would take up walking is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise', I wash my mouth out with chocolate.
** Jeff's Favorite! **
I do have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.
We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more information in our heads. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Every time I start thinking too much about how I look, I just find a Happy Hour, and by the time I leave, I look just fine.
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