Broken crown? No, no. Listen dentist dude, I recently wrote a blog post about how I don’t have bad days. And we (maybe) just lost our cat, and my wife is leaving town for a week. And if we add this tooth thing, this is shaping up to be a non-hilarious bad day. And that doesn’t really work for me. So I’m gonna need you to slip on a banana peel or something.
No? Well can you bring in Avesha, the nosy dental assistant who keeps asking my wife if she’s worried that I misbehave in Vegas? Because I guarantee I can make something funny out of that encounter.
Well can you at least change the radio station? If I have to listen to Eddie Money and Nickelback during this whole procedure I may lose my mind.
Work with me dude. Ah! Squirting my eye isn’t all the funny, but it’s a start. Hmmm, numb face and slobber. Okay, okay, I can work with this.