Two hours in the dentist chair, and I say, "It feels like I've had a foot crammed in my mouth for an hour." The Dr. responds, "I don't think I had my foot in there?" Everybody's a comedian...Kinda hard to laugh when your shirt's covered in blood.

And how the hell does the dentist understand what your saying when you've got a rubber wedge keeping your mouth wide open, a face full of novocaine and a finger or two crammed in your orifice.

Dr inquires, "So you're a programmer, do you know of Lawson Software?" I respond, "Brmph ackl blrumph perg frugle brl." He seamlessly translates back to me, "Oh, so you did some contracting for them last year."