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A Dentist for Dinner
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A Dentist for Dinner |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
A Dentist for Dinner I'm riding in the back seat of a 1967 Lincoln convertible and a woman is driving. The woman is excessively affectionate, vocalizing and flirting, doing her best to make out with me. This is clumsy because she's in the front seat and I'm in the back. Fearing an accident, I remind her she is driving. I hear her say: "stan," and apparently speaks to him. I decide Stan must be her husband and is the one driving, not her. She keeps up her vocalizing and physical flirtation: I know her ... SURE I do ... Don't I remember? ... Stan seems focused on the road, apparently totally oblivious to what his wife is doing. We are going to the house of some old, wealthy couple. It seems they are having us for dinner, or maybe they are having us over for dinner. We arrive and are greeted by the couple. I wonder what am I going to do with the frozen veggie burgers I brought with me. I imagine if the couple saw me eating them they might get upset, like it would be an underhanded way of saying I would rather be eating someone else, and that would be bad manners. I decide to stuff the patties in their freezer, planning to retrieve them when we leave without the couple noticing. Then the old man, the apparent husband of his wife, is with me. It dawns on me that my pants have fallen off or maybe have disintegrated. I start pulling packages of what must be frozen food out of what must be their freezer, but the packages all appear to be empty. Then it dawns on me it is their freezer I am raiding. So I start replacing all the empty packages. Then it dawns on me that my underwear have fallen off or maybe have disintegrated. I half remember: Wasn't yesterday national underwear day? Yet I still converse politely with the old man, the apparent husband, who seems not to have noticed anything. For some reason, I am lying on my stomach on the floor. I wish for a mike, and suddenly, a mike materializes right in front of me. I put the veggie burgers in the mike and turn it on to mike them. As the veggie burgers are miking in the mike, I tell the old man that there isn't any beach in Colorado. But every now and then, I go to see my sister down in Corpus. As the breakfast patties are miking in the mike, I ponder: How can I get out of this respectable, polite company, out of this house, without being detected? How can I go out on the streets like this ... without wearing any ... wearing any ... ... But I don't get to eat the breakfast patties. Look closely in your mike before you mike something, and you may find my breakfast burgers still in there. Oh, ... and about the dentist .... Have a dentist for dinner. Show him your teeth first, so he will know that the dental patient game is over! Can't you just see the sensational headlines? The Dissociated Press; Dallas DENTIST ATTACKED BY FORMER Patient's ROTTEN TEETH, police say |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
YIKES!!! Jaime, have you been eating spoiled or over-spiced food? It's hot, I know, but you really must keep those drawers on except in your own kitchen. LOL. |
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