“Your gums are bleeding.”
Maybe that’s because you just stabbed me in the fucking mouth with a sharp piece of metal.
“They wouldn’t bleed if you took better care of your teeth.”
They wouldn’t bleed if you didn’t shank me with your fucking dental torture devices.
“This dental work looks worn. You may need to have it replaced.”
You want to know why it looks worn? Because every fucking time a fucking dentist gets to see my fucking teeth, they prod, stab, slice, and jab at my fucking gums, and the metal attached to the back of my two front teeth. If you curious motherfuckers weren’t so goddamned nosy, and remembered the simple fucking rule from childhood, ‘Look with your eyes, not with your hands,’ or in this case, ’spiky, metal fucking pain sticks,’ my gums wouldn’t bleed, and my dental work would be fucking flawless. Believe me, I’m not the one stabbing my gums for shit knows what reason.
“Are you having any other problems with your teeth?”
You mean besides you going ape-fucking-shit on my mouth with your fucking instruments of sadism? No, nothing besides that you stupid piece of shit. “No.”
“Good enough then. See you in 6 months.”
There’s a special place in hell for you bitch, and all your fucking dentist friends who can’t leave well enough alone. Assholes.
