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So yesterday, I had to go to the dentist to get a tooth filled/sealed/something of that nature. It was only after they had stuck the cotton swab with the pink numbing gel sort of stuff in my mouth that the Scottish dental assistant turned into a regular Chatty Cathy.

SDA: So, do you ever watch American Idol?
Me: Ot buh cho...on whem ma woomats goo (Not by choice...only when my roommates do).
SDA: Oh, I see. Where did you go in France?
Me: Wa shtay awoun Pais (We stayed around Paris).
SDA: Oh yes, I love Paris.

The dentist came back in, removed the cotton swab, and asked me how my mouth was feeling. I'm always hesitant to say that my mouth is numb when it might not be completely numb, so I described it as "tingling".

"We better give you a little booster, then."

Okay, that was a mistake. Maybe my mouth was numb already, because a few minutes later I had no control of my lips and became a drooling machine. It reminded me of the time I had to get an ingrown toenail removed and how I insisted that my toe was not completely numb. I mean, he hit my toe and asked if I could feel it, but who's to say I wouldn't feel it when sharp instruments were jabbing into my toe. At least that incident involved less drooling.

I think I should consider posting the above paragraph in a profile at an online dating service. Those women would be flocking like the salmon of Capastrano.

Note to self: Avoid Disney character masks when choosing disguise for robbery.

Also, check out the results of this poll. Those silly Europeans.
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