OK: Getting Old Has A Lighter Side

All Seniors Aren’t Senile!!!

An older, white haired man walked into a jewelry store one

Friday evening with a beautiful young gal at his side.

He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his

girlfriend.

The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a

$5,000 ring.

The old man said, ‘No, I’d like to see something more special.’

At that statement, the jeweler went to his special stock and

brought another ring over. ‘Here’s a stunning ring at only

$40,000′ the jeweler said.

The young lady’s eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled

with excitement.

The old man seeing this said, ‘We’ll take it.’

The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the old

man stated, ‘by check. I know you need to make sure my

check is good, so I’ll write it now and you can call the bank

Monday to verify the funds and I’ll pick the ring up Monday

afternoon,’ he said.

Monday morning, the jeweler phoned the old man. ‘There’s no

money in that account.’

‘I know,’ said the old man, ‘But let me tell you about my

weekend!

And then there’s little Diddy…………………

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Old age

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, WHICHBORE HIS
FULL NAME. SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIREDBOY 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, CURIOSITY GOT THE BEST OF ME AND 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 1959. 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-BITCH ASKED,

“WHAT DID YOU TEACH?”

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