“They drew first blood, not me…” Today I went to the dentist for my semiannual teeth cleaning and checkup. It wasn’t a particularly bad cleaning, but there was this small incident. While my dentist was cleaning a particularly tough spot he missed the tooth completely and gored me in the gums with a mid-size dental pick. Blood streamed out of my mouth and the sharp hook caused me so much pain that through reflex I closed my mouth with force–biting the dentist’s index finder. He was a little shocked, but even though it was an accident I didn’t apologize. No. Instead, I gave him this look that said, “yeah, uh huh, see what happens–respect motherf***er.” Somehow, I have a feeling that the relationship between me and my dentist has changed forever. |
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I would have kicked his punk ass in the ding-ding…
#1 by Jimmy — July 30, 2002 @ 6:31 am
Respect mother effer. Teaches those bastards to come correct with the utensils. Next time he’ll slow his roll fo’ sheezy….
#2 by Lil Smiley — August 1, 2002 @ 12:24 pm