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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Keeps them comin' back

WARNING The following images are unfit for children and the elderly.

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.


At 5/25/2006 2:43 AM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Oh that's just too funny! LMAO

That's like getting a free carton of cigarettes on your way out of your mammogram!

At 5/27/2006 2:54 PM, Blogger Amanda's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

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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