On my birthday I learn that the age range on Play-Doh is 2-99.

I’ve been playing with Play-Doh for 98 years.

Play-Doh is the only thing I can taste anymore.

It helps with my arthritis.

They can’t take away your driver’s license when you turn 100.

I don’t know for how much longer I’ll be able to see my grandson.

What am I supposed to do now, for dentures?

Where’s the darn AARP when you need them it?

I give pieces to my granddaughter every time she visits.

Have you met my grandson?

Hello? Andrew, is that you?

I don’t wanna die.

Why won’t they let me die?

What’s a zambooni?

A zambeanie?

Do you want me to talk about May?

I remember when my joints didn’t hurt so much.

I used to use it to plug a leak in my colostomy bag.

I stored my nickels in Play-Doh for nigh on 37 years.

I was in the war, you know. All of them.

They took away my erections, too.

I bet Coolidge wouldn’t have taken away my Play-Doh.