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Posted by on Sep 11, 2013 in Blog, Personal | 4 comments

Now I Know What a Sex Doll Feels Like


Nolan Dalla at Dentist


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.

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