Getting face fucked can’t possibly be more unpleasant than sitting in a dentist’s chair for six hours.
That’s right — six gum gobbing hours.
Yesterday, during an all-day dentist appointment, I had more bodily fluid drooling out of my mouth than a meth whore. It got so bad that at one point my jaws started to cramp up.
My misery began innocently enough in the morning of what was supposed to be a simple dental cleaning. An annual check-up was discounted at the too-good-to-resist price of $39. Rule number one: Forget the specials listed on flyers stuffed in your mailbox when it comes to selecting a dentist. Your mouth is not a like ordering a pizza and getting two free toppings.Read More