Maurizio Mariotti
2016-03-01 08:09:21 UTC
.
The abridged version.
I had a cavity, went to the Dentist, and he filled it.
The unabridged version:
I had a pain in the molar area (lower-right), so I called the Dentist
for an appointment and yesterday morning I went to see him.
The receptionist, a plump hottie, said, "Good to see you, Maurice, it's
been a while."
I could not help thinking about the subtext, "Great to see you, you
incredible hunk, I have been thinking nonstop about you including but
not limited to giving you unfettered access to my naked body so you can
ravish me any way you desire.
After a short while in the waiting room, where I leafed through copies
of National Geographic circa 2009, the hottie said, "Maurice, the
doctor will see you now." (Subtext: And I will see you naked later.)
I told the doctor about the pain, he took a couple of x-rays and then
showed me a black area under the molar, saying, "There is a cavity
under your molar. I'm going to give you an injection..."
A WHAT???
When I came to, he had already given me the injection and was happily
drilling away. The piped Muzak was "I would do anything for love..."
I'm not an expert in modern music, but that sounded so... passé.
Personally, I think Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" played very loudly
goes better with a drilling. At least it covers my screams.
After he finished, he told me that he had cleared, disinfected and
filled the cavity and that he also built a 'wall' to prevent food from
getting under the molar. A wall? Oh, well, I thought, if it works for
Trump's vision of America, it will work for me.
On my way out, the hottie was holding a card she had taken out of a
filing cabinet and said, sounding slightly distressed, "We don't seem
to have your cellphone number." I can understand her distress. In South
Africa it is illegal not to have a cellphone. At least, it looks that
way. Everybody has one.
Whilst writing down my cellphone number, I thought about the subtext of
"We" and speculated that it meant, "When my sister and I are horny, we
will call you on your cellphone and ask you to come over and ravish our
bodies in a torrid threesome."
Can't blame her, I'm a hunk.
MM
.
The abridged version.
I had a cavity, went to the Dentist, and he filled it.
The unabridged version:
I had a pain in the molar area (lower-right), so I called the Dentist
for an appointment and yesterday morning I went to see him.
The receptionist, a plump hottie, said, "Good to see you, Maurice, it's
been a while."
I could not help thinking about the subtext, "Great to see you, you
incredible hunk, I have been thinking nonstop about you including but
not limited to giving you unfettered access to my naked body so you can
ravish me any way you desire.
After a short while in the waiting room, where I leafed through copies
of National Geographic circa 2009, the hottie said, "Maurice, the
doctor will see you now." (Subtext: And I will see you naked later.)
I told the doctor about the pain, he took a couple of x-rays and then
showed me a black area under the molar, saying, "There is a cavity
under your molar. I'm going to give you an injection..."
A WHAT???
When I came to, he had already given me the injection and was happily
drilling away. The piped Muzak was "I would do anything for love..."
I'm not an expert in modern music, but that sounded so... passé.
Personally, I think Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" played very loudly
goes better with a drilling. At least it covers my screams.
After he finished, he told me that he had cleared, disinfected and
filled the cavity and that he also built a 'wall' to prevent food from
getting under the molar. A wall? Oh, well, I thought, if it works for
Trump's vision of America, it will work for me.
On my way out, the hottie was holding a card she had taken out of a
filing cabinet and said, sounding slightly distressed, "We don't seem
to have your cellphone number." I can understand her distress. In South
Africa it is illegal not to have a cellphone. At least, it looks that
way. Everybody has one.
Whilst writing down my cellphone number, I thought about the subtext of
"We" and speculated that it meant, "When my sister and I are horny, we
will call you on your cellphone and ask you to come over and ravish our
bodies in a torrid threesome."
Can't blame her, I'm a hunk.
MM
.