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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 1968. Why Do You Ask?"
"you Were In My Class!" I Exclaimed.
He Looked At Me Closely. Then, That Ugly, Old, Bald, Wrinkled, Fat-ass,
Gray-haired, Decrepit Son-of-a-***** Asked, "what Did You Teach?"
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Dan Wulff
I carry a gun because a cop is too heavy.
(No doubt, most will blame it on the donuts.)
You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
The original point and click interface was a Smith & Wesson.
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