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So Miss Fink told me today that she wouldn't take points off of my final for my little attack I had at the recital, which is a very good thing. What? You haven't heard about my panic attack at the recital? Too bad, you're not gonna. Unless you really want to, then leave a comment and I'll tell you. (real funny Lizzi, no one even reads your journal, much less comments in it.) Yeah, Jesse was gone today. I miss her. She's the best part about photog (chill, Sara, you're second best). Mommma's fixing pork chops! MMMM pork chops. K, so....yeah.
Here, amuse yourself with this.
At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect secret identity would be "Clark Kent, Dentist," because you could save money on tooth X-rays. But then I thought, if a patient said, "How's my back tooth?" and you just looked at it with your X-ray vision and said, "Oh it's okay," then the patient would probably say, "Aren't you going to take an X-ray, stupid?" and you'd say, "Aw fuck you, get outta here," and then he probably wouldn't even pay his bill.
--Jack Handy
Yeah, whatever.
Here, amuse yourself with this.
At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect secret identity would be "Clark Kent, Dentist," because you could save money on tooth X-rays. But then I thought, if a patient said, "How's my back tooth?" and you just looked at it with your X-ray vision and said, "Oh it's okay," then the patient would probably say, "Aren't you going to take an X-ray, stupid?" and you'd say, "Aw fuck you, get outta here," and then he probably wouldn't even pay his bill.
--Jack Handy
Yeah, whatever.