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My dental appointment was 2 hours of pure hell and they still haven't gotten the mold done. I have to go back in two weeks for a three hour appointment. There's not enough Xanax in the world to get me through this. So far I have spent six and half hours just trying to get the upper mold made. On today's fifth attempt Dr. Sadist the Teacher decided he was going to keep the mold in my mouth even if I was choking, even after I told him I have PTSD and was dealing with flashbacks. That fucker thought he could force it, nah I'm twice as strong as as him, I yanked his hand with the mold out of my mouth. Creep disappeared as the two students jumped in to help me get the goo off my face, out of my nose, and remove the clumps in my mouth. Doing that destroyed a mold that was nearly perfect where they just needed to redo one side.

I realized something about Dr. Sadist, the people who go to the dental school for treatment are generally low income and poor who are using Medicaid, I'm thinking he feels entitled to treat us like shit. That fucker just seemed so annoyed and put out by the fact it was so hard to get this mold made, like I was causing the problem. Out of the dozen or so attempts I only made them stop twice because I was choking, I'm not fucking this up, they are. I'm getting my teeth no matter what.

Dr. Sadist can eat the biggest quantity available of canned clams... that have been sitting in the sun for several hours. Chased with a glass of buttermilk.

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I found out the other day that one Sean Astin is a union negotiator in the writers & actors strike.

Samwise Gamgee, always the hero.

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