Have You Ever Been Guilty Of Looking At Others Your Own Age And Thinking, "Surely I can't look THAT old." Well... You'll love this one......... My name Is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been In my high school class some 40-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then? Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I asked him If he had attended Morgan Park High School.. "Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang," He gleamed with pride. "When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered, "In 1959. Why do you ask?" "You were in my class!", I exclaimed. He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat, gray, decrepit son-of-a-bi**h asked, "What did you teach?"
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Own Age And Thinking, "Surely I can't look THAT old." Well...
You'll love this one.........
My name Is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting
room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his
DDS diploma, which bore his full name.
Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy
with the same name had been In my high school class some 40-odd
years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on,
way back then? Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded
any such thought.
This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face
was way too old to have been my classmate. After he examined
my teeth, I asked him If he had attended Morgan Park High School..
"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang," He gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
He answered, "In 1959. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!", I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled,
fat, gray, decrepit son-of-a-bi**h asked,
"What did you teach?"