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Kerry:

dot-matrix:
A mechanic was removing a cylinder-head from the motor of
a Harley motorcycle when he spotted a well known cardiologist
in his shop.

The cardiologist was there waiting for the service manager to
come take a look at his bike when the mechanic shouted across
the garden, "Hey Doc, want to take a look at this ?"

The cardiologist, a bit surprised, walked over to where the
mechanic was working on the motorcycle.

The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked,
"So, Doc, look at this engine. I open its heart, take the valves out,
repair any damage and then put them back in, and when I finish, it
works just like new. So how come, I make $39,675 a year and you
get a million, when we are doing basically the same work ?"

The cardiologist paused, smiled and leaned over, then whispered to
the mechanic "Try doing it with the engine running."

Kerry:

underdown:
I post; therefore I am a 'Senior Ranch Hand'.



Aaaaagh. Why does it have to be Senior  :o

Phillip ... Can't I please be a 'Supervising Ranch Hand' or something?

 ;D

Katie77:
OUCH!
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> HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE
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>   AND THINKING, "SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD!" WELL... YOU'LL LOVE THIS
ONE!
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>   I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW
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>   DENTIST. I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME.
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>   SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME
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>   NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 40-ODD YEARS AGO. COULD HE
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>   BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN?
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>   UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT.
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>   THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO
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>   OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE. AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM
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>   IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL.
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>   "YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG," HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.
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>   "WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?" I ASKED.
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>   HE ANSWERED, "IN 1959 . WHY DO YOU ASK?"
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>   "YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!" I EXCLAIMED.
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>    HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.
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>   THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD, WRINKLED, BALD, FAT, GRAY, DECREPIT
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>   SON-OF-A-GUN  ASKED, "WHAT DID YOU TEACH?"
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