yes, for two reasons:

How is that weird? My husband is 43 and both of his grandmothers are alive and raising hell at 93 and 94. Both attribute their long and healthy lives to eating herring, drinking Aquavit and being Scandinavian weirdos.

You get to sleep in until seven? JEALOUS.

Personally I'd rather set a record for catching the most single groomsmen, but whatever, lady.

Are you now, or have you ever been a teacher? I'm NOT saying stepping on kids is fun, but if you happen to have a dream about doing it, and you wake up from the dream smiling, I'd say that's ok in the cosmic scheme of things. Then you take your Wellbutrin and Zanax and go off to your classroom with a big smile on…

If I don't get some severe form of dementia, and maintain a certain degree of mobility and independence, yeah, bring it on. No one wants to be 115, and living completely bedridden and unable to remember who their loved ones are or what day it is.

I worked in a nursing home with a very insane number of people over 100. One lived on Hershey bars and milk. The oldest was 108 and she would look at us when we were getting her for bed and she would say "Girls? Are you my helping out girls?" And we would say yes. And she would say, "God has forgotten me, girls. Won't…

This. I had a pair in 1999 of which a friend said (and I quote) "Those are so low it makes me kinda nauseous".

Had to go look in the mirror and yeah, they were a bit gross. Loved that 1" zipper fly though.

If you're happier than you are unhappy and it's easy to get up in the morning and look forward to each day, hell yeah!

Me too! Except, wait... raw eggs? Fuck no.

Any word on the number of cats she owned?

This is probably my favorite comment of all time.

Someday i hope to graduate to Gandalf the White Commenter.

i... i can't... i just wanna be in a house and have a friendly hippo walk in. i want it really, really badly.

I badly need "Ridin' Dirty" to be applied as the soundtrack to this video.

Was reminded of footage of ravens (in Austria, maybe) amusing themselves by jumping onto the backs of boars and nipping the porkers between the shoulders in order to make them break out running — a.k.a. pig-surfing. Alas, could not find, which sucks, because it was awesome.

Okay, maybe not "awesome" in the proper sense…

You are my comment Valentine.

Hi. Hello. Your name is awesome. So awesome. Yay.

They're a different kind of bird, BFF birds;

Ptolemy is totally kicking himself now. He could have ruled the WORLD.