Sometimes I wish Matt Drudge would keep stories like one he linked to today to himself. Good grief! I have enough to worry about when I go to the dentist without thinking about this!
I like to complain about the time a dentist put one of those “rubber dams” on my mouth and then disappeared for an hour and forty five minutes while my tongue dried out and shriveled up to the size of a bunny turd. I got revenge by playing with the little tray of instruments (I vacuumed out my boogers and used the little water gun to spray various items in the office.) Now my complaint seems pathetic.
I haven’t been to the dentist in about four years and I don’t know if I’ll ever go again.