Which of you crazy bitches did this to me?
Modern dentistry could learn a lot if it only had time to read the bottom of emails.
"You only need two things for repairs - WD-40 and duct tape.
If it should move and doesn't, WD-40.
If it shouldn't move and does, duct tape."
Gray has booked me in for some dentistry, allegedly with 'my' consent.
posted by Polysemous @ 12:29 PM
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Hmmm am not sensing much hapiness at the thought of dentristry!!!!;)
In films and books about multiple personality, the heroine tends to end up wearing a ballgown and/or honey, wondering why everybody calls her gloria.
In my life, I wake to find that, in my absence, another (much more boring than movies would suggest) personality has sent me off to the dentist.
Please bring back gloria and pass me that honey.
maybe too much honey is the reason why you need the dentist?
Besides... if a dentist came at me with duct tape and WD40, I would be suspicious that she was, in reality, Piffany from Nodwick (www.nodwick.com). The WD40, I can't explain, but would be kinda intrigued by...
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