Lobotovasectomy

Lobotovasectomy

That's what my Aunt Gelda needed. Poor Gelda. She had always been so kind to me, stuffing my mouth with cookies from an early age. And now they were going to

fall out. My teeth had succumbed to Aunt Gelda's cookies. They were disks of teeth poison. I swore to fight sugar wherever I could. I started working out and gulping wheat grass

simultaneously for hours on end. I could only keep up 3 hour shifts at a time, feverishly flossing and brushing at other times, and campaigning to eradicate sugar wherever it

lurked in their 98.6 degree caverns of tongue and teeth. Once the shift was over, my hands cramping, I would stumble out, into my office, and call my wife. "Tell me again why

do we work in the mouth of humans?" Can we not find a more intelligent place to conduct our business? We work in these conditions because we have to, but there has to be a better

but a common interest in extraction surgeries. Just for the heck of it, let's switch places for one day. We'll call it Professional Development." The dentists & proctologists

thought that was a great idea, since they both dealt with cavities, so to speak & had very nimble fingers. It went so well, the dentists & proctologists started a new business toge

ther. Things washed well, right up until their racket was shut down following the investigation into the cholera scandal.