The Dentist?

Way back in the 60's I was married  and my old dentist finally retired and my wife talked me into going to her mouthman. He was on Jones Street in Savannah, all was well for a few visits, until I had to have a tooth pulled. This small ass man started to pull on my tooth, he pulled, then he got out a little tool to try and lift it out, did not work. He took a break and came back with a bigger set of pullers. He pulled and sweat was flowing off of his head and he was grunting and finally the little cocksucker got up in my lap and finally pulled the fucking tooth. When I got out of his chair, I cursed him out and told him that I would never see him again. Little bastard almost killed me. And from that day forward, I have always gone to a big man, to be my dentist. Like Dax said, I hate the SOB's. When I go to a dentist now, I get stoned as I can get. And ask for all the pain meds I can get. Yes, I am a six foot 3 inch 240 pound baby, when it comes to dentists, Cat.

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