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Firefly, nice name for light fixtures.
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I need to clean up my eyebrows. (after getting a view of it from the mirror)
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OC, much Doc?
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I like the dentist’s chair with all the bells and whistles. Except for the drill that is.
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Sound of the drill is probably the soundtrack to my nightmares.
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Erm, mind telling me what you’re doing right now?
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Never in a thousand years would I have imagined hearing the word “spit” as a signal for rest.
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Uhm, nearing lockjaw here.
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I think the bib is not enough, can you get me an apron please?
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Ugh, not the lead apron!
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What need would you have for an alcohol lamp?
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I never know what to do with my tongue when I come in for dental procedures…
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I’m groggy. Please don’t let me bite on the drill…
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Why do I keep coming back for more?
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What do you mean, “the bleeding won’t stop”?
2 responses so far ↓
1 sheila e. // Nov 21, 2007 at 1:26 pm
Ei Sis!
I so love this piece. You have captured the thoughts of almost all people who go visit the dentist; and the ever so dreadful drill. Hahaha. Can I borrow this and send to my friends who also are fans of dentists. Hahaha. Miss you so much. Mwah!!!
2 miaka // Dec 1, 2007 at 7:52 am
hey sis! good to see you on here!
by all means, go ahead.
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