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2002-03-05 9:21 p.m. So, I'm at the dentist today, and she's got all her dentisty-type instruments in my mouth and she's more or less going apeshit with her drill of death or whatever that thing is. And I'm looking through the haze of water and air from that squirter gun thingy (what's up with that thing?) and all I can think is, "Man. My dentist is kind of hot. Not turboHot. But, yeah. If the chance came for a little dental-chair hanky panky, I think I'd go for it. And then 'oral hygiene' would take on a whole new meaning." And then she accidentallyy jabbed me in the roof of the mouth with something really sharp. Bitch. leave me a note, fool! | |
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