Larry Jaques wrote:

You were born the year after I gradidjulated from high school, you
young whippersnapper. And I still have half my hair.

I still have all of it, more or less. My brain has expanded a little over
the years and my forehead has gotten taller, but it's NOT because I'm
shedding hair. My forehead has just gotten taller.

My problem is I'm somewhat decent looking, I'm told repeatedly, but then
people get to know me.

You're sick, perverted, and twisted, so you know you're appreciated
here. We support our own.

Guilty, guilty, guilty. You forgot devilishly handsome with that classic
great-looking-for-a-pregnant-man physique.

Yeah, that's right, I met her in Latin class. Cute, ain't it?

Yeah. Did you French her there?

No. There were only about eight of us in Latin class, so there wasn't much
room to hide such shenanigans. Although, if you want the whole sordid tale
of how we met and stuff, my wife was checking out the guys in Latin class
that day, and I was checking out the chicks. My wife was not one of the
chicks I checked out. The one who caught my eye went on to become Miss
Virginia a few years later. So I have actually had entire conversations
with a bona fide beauty queen. Touch me, you know you want to touch me.

I'm glad it worked out the way it did though. I don't have enough
self-confidence to be married to a beauty queen. Besides, if she's like
most every other wimminz I ever lusted after in my younger days, she
probably makes my wife look skinny now.

Your wifey evidently got the guy who gradidjulated from medical school
by the skin of his teeth. Best wishes on a speedy (albeit longer than
planned) recovery for her.

I don't have enough facts to formulate a reasonable opinion yet.

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