MY LIFE IS A DISMAL ABYSS OF SOMETHING.
So today, at the dentist's office while getting a filling, my supposed "politically moderate" dentist decided to go off about Obama. You see, he's the crazed Mad Scientist type, with polka-dotted pajama pants and wild gray hair, who frequently shouts at Oprah on television "KILL THE IDIOT!" and "SHUT UP, YOU ASSHOLE!" in a vocal cadence that straddles joviality and latent bitterness.
He decided to ramble about how Obama's "people" are racist, how "being called whitey is just like being called nigger", how Palin's imbecility was "wrongfully" slaughtered, and other such pleasantries -- while I was held in the mechanical death trap, unable to move or speak lest I swallow the suction device. All I could do was groan and rollseyes while he was perfectly content rambling by himself, and oh -- he also drilled through my bottom lip, to dropkick the nightmare further.
SO, WHO FEELS SORRY FOR ME??
He decided to ramble about how Obama's "people" are racist, how "being called whitey is just like being called nigger", how Palin's imbecility was "wrongfully" slaughtered, and other such pleasantries -- while I was held in the mechanical death trap, unable to move or speak lest I swallow the suction device. All I could do was groan and rollseyes while he was perfectly content rambling by himself, and oh -- he also drilled through my bottom lip, to dropkick the nightmare further.
SO, WHO FEELS SORRY FOR ME??