Not fat, and still have hair, but can surely relate to the spirit of that story !
Thanks for the chuckle .. kinda sorta, yaknow ?
Then there’s this for grouchy geezers;(
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, and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist.
I noticed his DDS Diploma on the wall, which bore his full name.
Suddenly I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my school class some 40 years ago.
Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on way back then?
Upon seeing him, 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”, he said. “I am a Mustang” he gleamed with pride.
“When did you graduate?” I asked.
He answered “in 1967. Why do you ask?”
“You were in my class”, I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely, then this ugly, old, bald, wrinkle faced, fat-assed, gray haired decrepit son of a bitch asked me.......... “What did you teach?”
t y 4 posting!
One more Geezer Groan;)
Russ and Sam, two friends, met in the park every day to feed the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.
One day Russ didn’t show up. Sam didn’t think much about it and figured maybe he had a cold or something..
But after Russ hadn’t shown up for a week or so, Sam really got worried.
However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Sam didn’t know where Russ lived, so he was unable to find out what had happened to him.
A month had passed, and Sam figured he had seen the last of Russ, but one day, Sam approached the park and— lo and behold! — there sat Russ!
Sam was very excited and happy to see him and told him so.
Then he said, ‘For crying out loud Russ, what in the world happened to you?’
Russ replied, ‘I have been in jail.’
‘Jail!’ cried Sam. What in the world for?’
‘Well,’ Russ said, ‘you know Sue, that cute little blonde waitress at the coffee shop where I sometimes go?’
‘Yeah,’ said Sam, ‘I remember her. What about her?’
‘Well, the little gold-digging witch figured I was rich and she filed rape charges against me; and, at 89 years old, I was so proud that when I got into court, I pleaded ‘guilty’.
‘The judge gave me 30 days for perjury.’
Not fat, and still have hair, but can surely relate to the spirit of that story !
Thanks for the chuckle .. kinda sorta, yaknow ?
My wife actually lived in Morgan Park around 1967. But she wouldn’t have been in high school yet.