Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, "surely I can't look that old?" Well.... you will 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, dark haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some forty years ago. could he be the same guy 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. Go Morgan Mustangs," he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate," I asked.
He answered, "In 1968, why do you ask?"
"You were in my class," I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely, then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat a$$, gray haired, decrepit son of a beotch asked, "What class did you teach?"
:rofl::rofl::rofl: