Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives
us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache.

In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We
are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.

Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can
see your rear without turning around.

Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is
the only time someone will ask you to appear topless.

Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube
top and scream, "Listen honey, even the Roman empire fell and those will
too."

Mid-life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we're
sitting on our biggest ones.

Mid-life is when you look at your-know-it-all, cell-phone-using teenager
and think: "For this I have stretch marks?"

In mid-life your memory starts to go. In fact the only thing we can
retain is water.

Mid-life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand
McNally-- more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin
...

So what's the purpose?

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Keep away from Miss Margarita Mean...

I think it's supposed to be funny for those women who are either in a mid-life crisis or who have been in a mid-life crisis.

Personally, I've got a few years to go, but a couple of those (and most certainly not the moustache comment) I can relate to once in awhile even though I'm only in my quarter-life crisis!

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Still corrupting young minds

I have read that before....hilarious and so true, to a point.