My former dentist in Toronto is a jackass. He would probably do better
with a jackhammer than a drill.
The dick used to get you in there and have you out in 5 minutes.
No gloves, never wanted to use freezing. Cheap, though – if you didn’t mind going back every 3 weeks because the fucking filling fell out.
Reminds me of what my brother Terry said one time when I told him the dentist we’d had as teenagers had died.
“Good, the fucking Nazi prick. Took so many of my teeth… he woulda filled my acne if he could have.”
“Yeh, he was an asshole. Prick put in those fillings on the bottom of my front teeth til I looked like I had little bits of tar stuck to my teeth.”
“Tell me where they buried him, I’m going to go there and shit on his grave, the prick.”
“Yeh, seig heil, Oshitwash.”
Remember though, my brother has volunteered to do this to Trudeau, as well as many other so far un-dead politicians.
The other dentist in Toronto would probably scrape used fillings off the tray and stick those in, along with ceramic, caps, metal fillings.
He never asked to be paid, though. I’d offer him some change like $50 or whatever whenever I thought he was on the point of boiling or looked like he needed some cash. On a few occasions I gave him a few $100’s.
Not my fault. Whenever I’d ask how much, he’d say ‘Oh next time.’
I didn’t know the prick was using my teeth like a crayoning book to fill in the multiple choices, and that eventually I’d need some professional work done, like dentistry.
That brings me to Dr. Rob, in Port Colborne. Expert, nice guy, lovely assistants.
What more could you ask. The best.
I know: hey, Dr. Rob, you think any of those teeth you pull from other patients would fit me?
Shit, now I’m channeling that other doofus.
Oh well, send those along to my former dentist. I’m sure he can use them.
Probably for ear plugs from all the whining and complaining when his other patients’ teeth keep falling out, need to be re-done.
Maybe he ought to change his name to Dr. Tooth.
Hang that shield out there so everyone knows he is a dentist.
What they won’t know, of course, will be the fact that the sign stands for what you’ll have left in your pie-hole when he’s done with you.
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