Dentists
My current dentist is called Mr Stiff.
Back when I was at university though, I had enormous pain in my jaw one morning - so bad I went as an emergency case to the uni dentist.
He took one look at the back of my mouth and said, "Ah, wisdom teeth. Impacted. They'll have to come out."
He then reached under the chair and came out with an enormous industrial (and entirely non-dental) pair of pliers, "I can do it now if you want..."
( , Thu 2 Nov 2006, 14:31)
My current dentist is called Mr Stiff.
Back when I was at university though, I had enormous pain in my jaw one morning - so bad I went as an emergency case to the uni dentist.
He took one look at the back of my mouth and said, "Ah, wisdom teeth. Impacted. They'll have to come out."
He then reached under the chair and came out with an enormous industrial (and entirely non-dental) pair of pliers, "I can do it now if you want..."
( , Thu 2 Nov 2006, 14:31)
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Scary old man
I have never had a filling, but I have been to both Dentists and Orthopaedists privately for years. Anyway, as me Grandad was GP he knew a dentist whose practice was on Harley Street (posh posh posh) I suppose the clue was in his name Mr Clifton-Sammuel. I remember as a small child being absolutely pretrified of this lecherous child-catching old man, made far worse by the fact his waiting room was covered head to toe in UKIP propaganda and newspaper clippings of what he would call Fuzzies doing bad deeds, he said he liked them up there to remind people of the reason that the UK as a nation should be mindful of who we let in and who we deal with. The old man (who's teeth were appalling it must be said) had a different assistant everytime I went all of whom were busty and pretty, but horribly incompetent, but did I care? Yes I fucking did! The image of a squinting old man examining you while a otherwise attractive torture wench held me down scarred me for many years. I havent been to the dentist since and I still have my winning smile!
( , Thu 2 Nov 2006, 19:53, Reply)
I have never had a filling, but I have been to both Dentists and Orthopaedists privately for years. Anyway, as me Grandad was GP he knew a dentist whose practice was on Harley Street (posh posh posh) I suppose the clue was in his name Mr Clifton-Sammuel. I remember as a small child being absolutely pretrified of this lecherous child-catching old man, made far worse by the fact his waiting room was covered head to toe in UKIP propaganda and newspaper clippings of what he would call Fuzzies doing bad deeds, he said he liked them up there to remind people of the reason that the UK as a nation should be mindful of who we let in and who we deal with. The old man (who's teeth were appalling it must be said) had a different assistant everytime I went all of whom were busty and pretty, but horribly incompetent, but did I care? Yes I fucking did! The image of a squinting old man examining you while a otherwise attractive torture wench held me down scarred me for many years. I havent been to the dentist since and I still have my winning smile!
( , Thu 2 Nov 2006, 19:53, Reply)
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