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This one was sent to me by the ever discerning Revenoor on the
subject of one surviving to the age of 89...

I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After 2 visits and very
exhaustive lab tests, she said I was doing fairly well for my age.
(I am past 60).

A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking her,
"Do you think I'll live to be 80?"

She asked, "Do you smoke tobacco or drink beer, wine, or hard
liquor?"

"Oh no," I replied. 'I'm not doing drugs, either."

Then she asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?"

I said, "Not much. My former doctor said that red meat is terribly
unhealthy!"

"Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, boating,
sailing, hiking, or bicycling?"

"No, I don't," I said.

She asked, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?"

"No," I said.

She looked at me and said, "Then why do you even give a shlt?"
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