I've been 'on assignment' lately (working my fuzzy pale ass off) and haven't been 'round much. But I had to share this lil nugget with you fine folks. It comes from a local woman, who relates the following:
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 nearly 40 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 examining my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.
"Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang!" he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
He replied, "In 1968, why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then that ugly, old, wrinkled, fat, gray, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked,
"What did you teach?"