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Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking to yourself, "Surely I can't look that old?" Well, this one will make you chuckle...

My name is Jane Keating and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. As I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name, I suddenly 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 possibly 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.

Gleaming with pride responded, "Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang."

"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 very closely. Then, that bald, ugly, wrinkled, gray-haired, decrepit, fat a$$ed, wet-lipped son of a b!tch had the aucacity to ask, "What did you teach?"
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