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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
 
WHY I LOVE MY NEW DENTIST
I've had bad luck finding a great dentist who still takes my bottom-shelf dental insurance. My old one wasn't great, but he didn't even tell me he had stopped taking my insurance until I got hit with big copays.
     Well clouds and linings, my friends, because my new dentist is hilarious. She is constantly joking around, but it's a little nervewracking because a) her "jokes" are very dark, b) she always says them while holding a sharp or high-RPM implement in her hand, and c) she's Russian.
     I thought my old dentist was unprofessional because he'd always complain about how expensive his equipment was. I had no idea how unprofessional a dentist could be. Feast your eyes on these pearls from my new dentist, culled from only three magical sessions, and remember to imagine all of these quotes in a THICK Russian accent:
  1. "I am so tired today. I just don't want to work. I don't know why I came in."
  2. After I said her new haircut, with bangs, looked nice: "Oh yes?" (pulls mask down) "Do I look younger? Am I stunningly gorgeous or what?"
  3. "I've been reading a lot of self-help books."
  4. "I think I hate being a dentist. Did you know dentists have the highest suicide rate of any profession?" Her hygienist then quipped back, also in Russian accent: "No, I think it is dental hygienists."
  5. "I had a date last night, and it did not go well. I don't know what's wrong with me. My mother says... (words obscured by drilling)... so I will never be happy."
  6. "I am sore today from surgery, so I will do the procedure standing up. Don't freak out just because you're so high up, okay?" I say something non-probing, like "Okay." She says: "Well I had to have something done in my abdomen, and while they were there, I thought: why not? So I had a little other work done." I ask if there's a lot of pain, still. She says: "YES. It is terrible. But I'm on narcotics, so it's not nearly as bad as it could be." (drill spins up)

COMMUNICATE MY WISHES IF I'M TOO LAZY TO MAKE A WILL
RockemStockem: also, I don't want to be buried
RockemStockem: cremate all the way
Universal Donor: yeah, obviously
Universal Donor: me too
Universal Donor: i don't want to rise up and eat brains
Universal Donor: NO THANK YOU
RockemStockem: tots
RockemStockem: also I want my ashes to be divided up and distributed amoungst my friends
RockemStockem: -- NOT spread or scattered --
RockemStockem: and put into small urns made out of hand painted eggshells
RockemStockem: in order to burden as many people as possible
Universal Donor: haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
RockemStockem: can you just imagine? for the rest of your life,
RockemStockem: everytime you move apts or whatever,
RockemStockem: you have to walk this precious thing
RockemStockem: and totally make sure it doesn't break

BIOLOGY CLASS
RockemStockem: so when you're really pregnant, don't you worry that the baby is just gonna fall out of your vagina?
Universal Donor: Um, not unless you are giving birth to a snakebaby
RockemStockem: OMG! Like on V?
Universal Donor: for example.
RockemStockem: what if I thought I was having a human baby, but instead just as I gave birth it was a snake
RockemStockem: and nobody knew,
RockemStockem: and I was pushing and then an evil snake monster just slithered out of my vagina
Universal Donor: you're making me hungry

BUG UPDATE
On my way into the office bathroom, I see a ghostly skittering presence retreat from the opening door, weirdly ghosting around a corner. It looked like a waterbug, but somehow... different. Mammalian, almost. I rounded the corner to confront this nightmare beast and it was clearly a waterbug, but of a color I had never seen before: greyish, glisteny, mottled. I smashed it with my foot and smeared it around a bit. It is also possible that I yelped a bit in uncontrolled limbic dismay.
     My report to the receptionist goes like this.
     Still shaken, I say: "I just killed the weirdest waterbug. It was like albino sort of, grayish. It was awful."
     "Oh my god, another one?"
     "Yeah."
     "Where was it?" she asks, narrowing her eyes.
     "In the men's room."
     "Hmmmmm..." she says.
     "What?"
     "Yesterday there was one in the women's."
     "Gross. Did you kill it?" I ask.
     "Yeah. We sprayed it with white furniture polish."
     "WHAT?" I gasp. "But... but... but THEN what did you do?"
     "It looked dead." She mews.
     "Did you smash it?"
     "You know I don't like going near bugs."
     "So what, you polished it and hoped for the best?"
     "No! Joe flushed it. He picked it up with a flyswatter and flushed it," she says.
     "So you put the wounded WATERbug back into the lifegiving WATER that is its very element?!?!?! Why didn't you smash it?? YOU MUST SMASH WHILE YOU CAN. What are you, a James Bond movie villain? You'd probably try to drown Popeye in a vat of spinach! Fuck. Well. I killed your zombie bug this time. Please don't ever make me do that again. "

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"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you!"
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"from whence"
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"...the exception that proves the rule"
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any use of the question "spit or swallow?"
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the phrase "drop trou"
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fake-o reviewer verbs:
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"helmed" for directed
"lensed" for whatever
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"expat"
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"passed away"
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pronouncing merci beaucoup as "mercy buckets!"
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"confinscated"
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trying children "as adults"
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"drownded"
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misuse of reflexive pronouns, as when someone says "Please talk to Bob or myself." Come on people now. "Myself" is not just a fancy version of "me"! LEARN IT.
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