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I read a story a few weeks back, about a dentist that was arrested for feeling up his patients. Talk about a thorough check up.
I think one woman went in for a jaw problem, and he convinced her that massaging her chest would help. When authorities arrested him, he had articles to support his claim. Apparently, real articles. It wasn't like he just wrote the articles up and printed them out.
Sarah Silverman once joked in a Rolling Stone interview, that if you take a shower with a man, you'll come out of it with the cleanest, shiniest breasts you've ever had.
For some reason, that came to me when reading this story about the dentist.
I remember when I had braces at 14-years-old. There was a cute dental assistant that would lean over me sometimes, and her breasts would touch my chest. It was awesome. Of course, realizing that she was picking food out of my braces, quickly made me realize I didn't have a shot with her. But hey...at that age, you don't get many breasts touching your chest. I was about to start on a diet of eating concrete, just to have excuses to go back in.
I remember one time while in radio, my co-host said I should go into a dentist office on some national dentists day. I had a girl I dated briefly in high school, who was working for one. I went in there, but first ate Oreos and Doritos, just to mess with him (morning radio show hosts, always a barrel of laughs).
When my co-host was talking to him on the air, he asked the dentist to give me nitrous. The first few minutes, I was a bit giggly. Nothing big. The dentist admitted to taking tanks of the stuff, and having parties before Grateful Dead concerts. I thought it was incredible that he would risk his entire career, just for a few dead heads.
Kevin told him to crank up the nitrous. I figured I wouldn't complain, as I had never done a drug in my life. Well, it got to the point where my legs were on the ceiling, and it was freaking me out. I told him to stop. At that point, the dentist was laughing. And I wasn't.
He cleaned up my teeth, and I went to my car and reclined the seat, fearing that if I drove, I'd go over a cliff.
I'm guessing that of all the doctors, dentists are the ones that pull the craziest crap.
I read a story a few weeks back, about a dentist that was arrested for feeling up his patients. Talk about a thorough check up.
I think one woman went in for a jaw problem, and he convinced her that massaging her chest would help. When authorities arrested him, he had articles to support his claim. Apparently, real articles. It wasn't like he just wrote the articles up and printed them out.
Sarah Silverman once joked in a Rolling Stone interview, that if you take a shower with a man, you'll come out of it with the cleanest, shiniest breasts you've ever had.
For some reason, that came to me when reading this story about the dentist.
I remember when I had braces at 14-years-old. There was a cute dental assistant that would lean over me sometimes, and her breasts would touch my chest. It was awesome. Of course, realizing that she was picking food out of my braces, quickly made me realize I didn't have a shot with her. But hey...at that age, you don't get many breasts touching your chest. I was about to start on a diet of eating concrete, just to have excuses to go back in.
I remember one time while in radio, my co-host said I should go into a dentist office on some national dentists day. I had a girl I dated briefly in high school, who was working for one. I went in there, but first ate Oreos and Doritos, just to mess with him (morning radio show hosts, always a barrel of laughs).
When my co-host was talking to him on the air, he asked the dentist to give me nitrous. The first few minutes, I was a bit giggly. Nothing big. The dentist admitted to taking tanks of the stuff, and having parties before Grateful Dead concerts. I thought it was incredible that he would risk his entire career, just for a few dead heads.
Kevin told him to crank up the nitrous. I figured I wouldn't complain, as I had never done a drug in my life. Well, it got to the point where my legs were on the ceiling, and it was freaking me out. I told him to stop. At that point, the dentist was laughing. And I wasn't.
He cleaned up my teeth, and I went to my car and reclined the seat, fearing that if I drove, I'd go over a cliff.
I'm guessing that of all the doctors, dentists are the ones that pull the craziest crap.