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Luke'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, Luke replied, 'Judging from your skin, twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure, twenty-five.'
'Oh, you flatterer!' she gushed.
'Hey, wait a minute!' Luke interrupted. 'I haven't added them up yet.'
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