I was sick of looking like Elephant Man.
'You never answered my email,' I told Dr. John.
He had moved clinics.
'Word was getting around that he was faking it,' said Max.
Explained the margins of the twenty crowns Dr. John had done, as large as the Grand Canyon.
Those bacteria were having a field day and making their way up north to my sinuses and having a rave party, fueled by a decayed tooth.
'You get what you pay for,' said Dr. John.
'But why did you cut costs.?'
'Because you weren't prepared to pay me the right price, so I fucked your teeth up.'
Admittedly, it was only one tooth.
'I could have sabotaged all your teeth, but you seemed like a nice guy, so I didn't.'
Max wanted to silence Dr. John.
I let him live.
He was connected to the Dark Angels.
And besides, if I didn't have bad teeth to complain about, then life would be pretty dull.
'But, but, you haven't met my nurses,' said Dr. John, this was his card and he proudly showed it when two gorgeous nurses walked into the dental clinic.
'They don't just assist in pulling out teeth,' added Dr. John.
I knew what else they'd assist with.
'I bet you do,' said Dr. John who invited me into the dental chair.
'Now this won't hurt at all, I'm now administering you laughing gas.'
I could feel a happening coming on.
Then Dr. John clicked on the disco lights and the crystal ball started revolving above me to a 1970's tune of Stayin' Alive blasting out of a compact but loud sound system.
And the dancing pole?
Yep, you got it...
'Music loud and women warm,' wailed Dr. John, the party had officially begun.
'You never answered my email,' I told Dr. John.
He had moved clinics.
'Word was getting around that he was faking it,' said Max.
Explained the margins of the twenty crowns Dr. John had done, as large as the Grand Canyon.
Those bacteria were having a field day and making their way up north to my sinuses and having a rave party, fueled by a decayed tooth.
'You get what you pay for,' said Dr. John.
'But why did you cut costs.?'
'Because you weren't prepared to pay me the right price, so I fucked your teeth up.'
Admittedly, it was only one tooth.
'I could have sabotaged all your teeth, but you seemed like a nice guy, so I didn't.'
Max wanted to silence Dr. John.
I let him live.
He was connected to the Dark Angels.
And besides, if I didn't have bad teeth to complain about, then life would be pretty dull.
'But, but, you haven't met my nurses,' said Dr. John, this was his card and he proudly showed it when two gorgeous nurses walked into the dental clinic.
'They don't just assist in pulling out teeth,' added Dr. John.
I knew what else they'd assist with.
'I bet you do,' said Dr. John who invited me into the dental chair.
'Now this won't hurt at all, I'm now administering you laughing gas.'
I could feel a happening coming on.
Then Dr. John clicked on the disco lights and the crystal ball started revolving above me to a 1970's tune of Stayin' Alive blasting out of a compact but loud sound system.
And the dancing pole?
Yep, you got it...
'Music loud and women warm,' wailed Dr. John, the party had officially begun.
