Friday, January 21, 2005


"Bring all your saliva forward." Apparently, my mouth is in a labor camp.

And those of you bet on two labor camp references in one day at 10,000 to 1 odds--your gravy train has arrived. Please collect at the front window.

Actually, my mouth is at the dentist, along with the rest of me. My dentist has this new polishing machine that uses a baking soda spray under high pressure to clean teeth. It's fast but very, very messy--spray is everywhere, and it sounds windy, if that makes any sense. It sounded and felt like somebody was filming a low-budget pirate movie in my mouth.

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