Naw. I keed. I jiz-oak.
This DDS-encrusted individual obviously fucked up my "Happy Mouth." (!!!)
I went through a four-stage procedure two years ago. They scoured the excuse for a molar that I had had and then lit in to my root. I was quelled a bit, but it still hurt. Tooth gone, Mills scrippy-scraped out the root.
"Suction."
A small-boned woman straddled my then-spry hips...and sucked the moisture out of my mouth.
Whatever.
The point(s) is/are that I wanted my "bad" tooth to be remedied. The other point? Is that I had wanted Miss Pixie Body to straddle Me and never leave.
"Suction."
The water/spit was washed/vacuumed away and I sat there, under the Light of the Dentist-Big-Light.
The assistant stood in the corner, with her so-fine posterior pressed firmly against Wall. With her eyes wide.
Doctor Mills dug in, with his whining--SO-FUCKING-WHINY-- medical instruments.
My jaw hurt. I said to the Light
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3 comments:
I dislike the dentist as well....glad that you are feeling inspired once again! ;0)
You shouldn't keed.
Death to dentists...I personally like hte motto. ;)
Steve~
lilmiss--always inspired.
s.novak--i think it's Shakespearean. No, wait...that was the lawyers.
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