And then today…
Posted by TFG on September 7th, 2007
I thought I was going to the dentist to get my all-new micro-measured snap-in teefies, and I end up with two-hour session in the dentist chair and a fresh filling and sore jaw and a freaking screaming GDMFSOB headache to beat the band.
To top it off, I only get 1/2 of the GDMFSOBing teeth that I paid for a month ago, because the GDMFSOBing dental floss doesn’t “snap” the way he wants it to.
I now understand why dentistry was so long to come to the frontier. Had I been blessed with a sidearm, I would have shot the GDMFSOB. And I like the guy…he’s a good dentist. But enough’s enough, dammitt. Gimme me my fucking teeth.
The pisser is they tell me it’ll only be a week before the four-figure teeth come back from a lab, and I know it’ll be another GDMFSOB month.
I’m telling you now…smoke like a chimney, drink like a fish, eat like a horse…doesn’t matter. There’s nothing worse than screwing up your teeth, so brush ‘em, floss ‘em, and go get ‘em cleaned about six times a year. I was seriously contemplating how much better the sweet embrace of the grave would be today at 1:45 in the pee-emm. Anything to avoid another 120 minutes of strangers poking around in your GDMFSOBing mouth.
September 17th, 2007 at 6:34 pm
Sorta reminds me of the Bud Shrake (I think) story of when, as a young colt sportscribe (forgive me I’m on my second Shiner)was in NYFC for a Cowboys gints game,and developed one muther of a toothache….
This was before 24 hr dentists, vets, etc. , so he had to suffer thru the entire weekend using only the best product of Lynchburg, Tn for solace.
Come Monday am, the dentist looks into the mud pit and says he can prolly save the tooth..
Our hero says: HELL NO, pull that sucker NOW!
Which he did. Thereupon, Shrake takes flight from chair of torture, replendent in the trappings of such an event, straight to the sidewalk in front of the dentist’s office…with the offending enamel- coated devil…
places said object on the NYC sidewalk and applies all deliberate downward- directed
force upon this object, and says: NOW HURT SOMEBODY YOU SON OF A BITCH….