Hmm...I have a few tales of interest regarding dentists....
When I was young, probably about 6 or 7 I guess, I was having the last of my sprog teeth removed. This was back when you were allowed to be gassed to sleep for removals. Being asleep I don't remember the operation, but I've never, ever forgotten the really fucked up dream I had. I was a 7 year old boy being anally grape-raped (yes that does mean having grapes shoved up my anus) by the seven dwarves. Naturally, being 7, I didn't really know what was happening, but the dream was so vivid that I never forgot it. Either that or my subconcious mind has taken a real memory and converted it into a dream memory...

When I was about 18, my normal dentist decided to sell up and piss off round the world. So these new dentists took over the practice, and I think they were fresh out of the hollywood school for dental tosspots. A simple filling went horribly wrong as the twat slipped with the drill and ripped open my gum. The only good thing about the encounter was that I no doubt ruined a perfectly good smock my spraying it all over with my gum blood.

Finally, when the dentists say, hey - this morphine drip will make it so you stay awake but can't feel a thing - they're lying bastards. I had to have two wisdom teeth out a couple of years back, and elected for the morphine. I had to sit in the chair as I could feel the bastard twist and rip at my teeth. One of which broke in half and so he had to try and twist and rip at a shattered peice of tooth that was even more difficult to remove than a normal tooth. What's worse is that I would try and talk and say "ARGH FUCK MOTHERFUCKER STOP!" but I just ended up drooling on myself.
( Damocles wants no part of your debauchery, Wed 8 Nov 2006, 23:15, Reply)