Monday, August 14, 2006

Shoot me, Please.

I went to the Dentist today. At my age it gets more painful and less worthwhile with each visit. I almost wish I didn't have teeth -- perhaps to just suck in my food like a mosquito or something. Maybe someday that is all I'll be able to do -- suck liquified glob through a straw, until my lips fall off. Then I'll have to lean back and just pour it down, slobbering, making gagging and sputtering noises and drooling all the while.

I can only hope Republicans have to clean up after me in 3 piece suits and red power ties.

Then I'll have to buy a big alfalfa truck with bad gears and pour lard into my gas tank so it smokes like the dickens while I drive really slow and honk my horn at everybody that gives me the finger. Every once in a while some alfalfa will fall off the truck and I'll stop it right in the middle of the superhighway and use a pitchfork, real slow like, until I get every scrap back onto the truck and tie a bunch of gunny sacks over it.

It should really be a hoot going up through the mountain passes at 3.5 miles per hour with those lard fumes wafting through the beetle infested trees.

Maybe, instead, I should just rinse my mouth with salt water so it doesn't get infected and maybe it won't hurt so much.

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