I think going to the dentist is God’s way of reminding us that no matter how great you think your life on earth is, it really ain’t that great.
The pain and misery of being in total control by a man, who makes you hold your mouth open, while he pokes you with a needle should be something reserved for prisons, not something you have to pay for.
As I was sitting there getting poked and proded, I dreamed of a way to just replace all my teeth with fake teeth. Seriously, I would not mind having ALL fake teeth that I do not have to worry about. As long as they are reliable and don’t have any strange health effects, I would without hesitation, replace all my real teeth with fake ones.
I would even consider covering my entire mouth in some sort of protective barrier like gold or something. If someone tells me that covering my teeth in gold would mean no cavities for life, I would consider it. Although, having gold teeth does make you look like a dumbass.
Teeth…some kind of cruel joke from heaven…