Thursday, December 24, 2009

I hate...

When you are getting your teeth cleaned and the dental hygienist makes unneccessary small talk while your mouth is pried open with metal objects.


I know small talk is a polite formality, but save us both the trouble and shutthefuggup. Not only is it awkward to attempt to answer your questions while my molars are being probed, but a dangerous amount of saliva is collecting at the back of my throat and threatening to choke me at any second. I don't know why the girl above looks so relaxed and happy because I'm pretty sure I was rolling my eyes every 43 seconds today.

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