Keeps them comin' back
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Tonight was my semi-annual visit to the dentist. Unlike most people, I don't mind, though. My dentist is a nice guy. and Gay! And you know, sister-girl, the gay men know how to give a goodie-bag!
Typical bag, with shameles plug for the business. So, it's not Prada, but it's the insides that count.
Yep, typical dentist stuff... Toothbrush? Check. Toothpaste? Check. Floss? Check. Blue sterile-dressed thing? huh??? Let's open it up, shall we?
Oh ok, Toothbrush? Check. Toothpaste? Check. Floss? Check. Burnt Almond Torte? Check... ::Screeching Halt:: Wait, that can't be right. Let's take a closer look...
Yes, that's a burnt almond torte. Yes, I got it from the dentist. and No, I'm not going to explain it...Prantl's Burnt Almond Torte needs no explanation.
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Oh that's just too funny! LMAO
That's like getting a free carton of cigarettes on your way out of your mammogram!
I think I have a new dentist.
Also, I hope they said something to you when they gave it to you, like, "Make sure you open that...today."
Because I would have assumed it was just a toothbrush and toothpaste or a book of coupons and let it sit in my car for seven months until I decided I wanted a new toothbrush and remembered that, hey, I went to the dentist back in October and I think they gave me a bag...then I'd open it to find a petrified torte. And then I'd cry just a little.
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