I hate the dentist. I take care of my teeth, but he takes one look at my mouth and says that I have decay. Then I hear later that I have four - count 'em... 4! - cavities!
I must have my dad's teeth. He takes ridiculous care of his teeth and if you were to look at his teeth, they are almost all silver in the back of his mouth with fillings. It isn't his fault, he just has weak teeth. *sigh* Not only do I look like my dad (good) I inherited his mouth (bad). Ah well, I love my daddy.
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