So here I am at the dentist. I hate going to the dentist. You sit there on your back like a dead hooker with your mouth open while some stranger picks at your teeth with a miniature sickle. Yeah, sign me up for this shit. So I get in there and get the 3rd degree as to why I haven't been there in a year. Then I begin to explain to the dental hygenist that while I hold her in the utmost respect, I completely hate coming to see her and that it is the bane of my life to make appointments. I would seriously prefer to schedule myself in every 6 months to get kicked in the crotch by a Scottish soccer player than go to the god damn dentist.

Ohh yeah, no cavities. Take that dental industry, no drilling in this face-hole.

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