A guy and a girl meet at a bar.
They get along so well that they decide to go to the girl’s place.
A few drinks later, the guy takes off his shirt and then washes his hands. He then takes off his trousers and washes his hands again.
The girl has been watching him and says, “You must be a dentist.”
The guy, surprised, says “Yes! How did you figure that out?”
“Easy,” she replied, “you keep washing your hands.”
One thing led to another and they m*ke love.
After they have done, the girl says, “You must be a good dentist.”
The guy, now with a boosted ego says, “Sure, I’m a good dentist, How did you figure that out?”
“Didn’t feel a thing!”
Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking: “Surely I can’t look that old?”
Well… 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 that 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. Hmmm…. or was he???
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended park high school. “Yes. yes, I did. I’m a panther,” he gleamed with pride.
“When did you graduate?” I asked.
He answered, “In 1960. why do you ask?”
“You were in my class!” I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.
Then, that ugly, wrinkled old fart asked, “What did you teach?”