Saturday, June 23, 2012
Sure Jerry Sandusky is headed somewhere where buttfucking in the shower is not only not looked down upon, but is actually a requirement. In a way, he should be a happy man.
But that really has nothing to do with me, so what's the point of going on about it.
So instead, you get the dentist - just as I foretold. I'm like a Medium. Certainly I'm not rare nor am I well done.
The appointment went well. As you can see, it was xray time, which can always be iffy. It's a chance when they find problems and let's face it, I'm not a kid anymore, so these chompers won't last forever.
Still, there was no cracked fillings, no cavities, no decay. And I got a free toothbrush to add to the dozen and a half I already possess.
I know most people who are about to go to the dentist obsess about brushing their teeth et al before heading to their appointment. I care, but I don't care. I'm paying them to clean them better than I ever could, one more brushing session isn't going to undo a potential of six months of neglect.
Myself? I have different priorities for the dentist visits. You lean back in that chair for 20-40 minutes, and sure they're working on your mouth, but they can see up your schnoz.
My #1 goal is to make sure there are no bats in the cave, not if there is something between my incisor and molar. They'll pick that out............they won't pick my nose.
Yeah - these posts have to get better.
Song by: Mumford & Sons