Mickey’s wife bought a new line of expensive cosmetics
guaranteed to make her look years younger. After a
lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the “miracle”
products, she asked, “Darling, honestly, what age
would you say I am?”
Looking over her carefully, Mickey replied, “Judging from
your skin, twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure,
twenty five.”
“Oh, you flatterer!” she gushed.
“Hey, wait a minute!” Mickey interrupted.
“I haven’t added them up yet.”