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My tale is so similar to yours it seems churlish to post it separately; I had root canal performed by a scorchingly fit brunette dentist when living in Bristol. She was absolutely gorgeous and, while her baps weren't gargantuan, she was certainly distractingly well endowed.

Unfortunately she was a shit dentist. Despite her charms, I was in agony - imagine the torture scenes in "Marathon Man" with a young Raquel Welsh in tight white dental overalls instead of Laurence Olivier. And lasting the full running time.

I always had trouble with that tooth and it put me off going to the dentist at all for about five years, until I went to a really nice Nigerian bloke in Acton who fixed the clusterfuck she'd left in my jawbone by... removing the infected hand drillbit thing that the dozy cow had left in the root of my dying tooth.

Hopefully she later realised her full career potential by getting a job as a poledancer or something.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 17:18, Reply)