KBs PensNmore
4th March 2015, 11:54 PM
Guys, Please be carefull of putting your thoughts into words.
Please excuse language at the end....
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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
30-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
MURRAY BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL .
'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A
MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH
PRIDE.
'WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I
ASKED.
HE ANSWERED , 'IN 1975.
WHY DO YOU ASK?'
'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I
EXCLAIMED.
HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY
THEN THAT
OLD,
BALD,
WRINKLED,
FAT ASS,
GRAY-HAIRED,
DECREPIT
SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED,
'WHAT DID YOU TEACH ???'
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Please excuse language at the end....
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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
30-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
MURRAY BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL .
'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A
MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH
PRIDE.
'WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I
ASKED.
HE ANSWERED , 'IN 1975.
WHY DO YOU ASK?'
'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I
EXCLAIMED.
HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY
THEN THAT
OLD,
BALD,
WRINKLED,
FAT ASS,
GRAY-HAIRED,
DECREPIT
SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED,
'WHAT DID YOU TEACH ???'
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