CAD (campaign against dentistry)
My mother foiled my evil-genius plan not to go the dentist.
They talk, see. The receptionists of doom. She had an appointment and they told her I hadn't responded to their letter (which I have very maturely hidden in my bedroom at the advice of my brother/comrade in arms). So she made me an appointment.
Well HA. I shall resist. I just told my mother in my bestest, unsqueakiest voice that I would not be attending the appointment. Then I ran upstairs. *hides*
They talk, see. The receptionists of doom. She had an appointment and they told her I hadn't responded to their letter (which I have very maturely hidden in my bedroom at the advice of my brother/comrade in arms). So she made me an appointment.
Well HA. I shall resist. I just told my mother in my bestest, unsqueakiest voice that I would not be attending the appointment. Then I ran upstairs. *hides*