Three men were discussing aging on the steps of the nursing home. "Sixty is the worst age to be," announced the sixty-year-old. "You always feel like you have to pee. And most of the time, you stand at the toilet and nothing comes out!"

"Ah, that's nothing," said the seventy-year-old. "When you're seventy, you can't take a crap anymore. You take laxatives, eat bran - you sit on the toilet all day and nothing comes out!"

"Actually," said the eighty-year-old, "Eighty is the worst age of all."

"Do you have trouble peeing too?", asked the sixty-year-old.

"No ... not really. I pee every morning at 6 AM. I usually pee like a racehorse - no problem at all."

"Do you have trouble taking a crap?", asked the seventy-year-old.

"No, not really. I have a great bowel movement every morning at 6:30."

With great exasperation, the sixty-year-old said, "Let me get this straight. You pee every morning at six o'clock and take a crap every morning at six thirty. What's so tough about being eighty?"

To which the eighty-year-old replied, "I don't wake up until ten."