Following my last reference to the surgical removal of my soul, my appointment for Dental surgery has arrived. This is a day hospital appointment at 07.30 hours on a Sunday. You will stand to attention! you will wear a dressing gown, and clean cotton pants!(but what of my favorite grey Y fronts with those stubborn stains!!) you will not drink alcohol 24 hours before hand and post surgery!, you will confirm your appointment in advance, or you will be shot by the Gestapo! and you will be escorted home by an adult, as your clearly an incapable imbecile, by which point you will have wet yourself....
Well, its my teeth their actually working on, not my Testicles, been there, done that, so perhaps somebody ought to tell them?. I personally do not get off on stripping people of their vestiges of humanity, (clearly these NHS nurses and Doctors do as a matter of routine humiliation, gives them control) de- humanising them into some form of garish, half exposed surgical 'fetish gown' type ensemble. Or just as bad running around in their jim jams with their willy hanging out....
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