I was getting a routine cleaning and check-up at the dentist’s today. Everything was going well. The old lady started raping my gums with a pointy jet of water. Just the same old excruciating pain. I have “excessive tartar buildup”. Probably need braces soon. No biggie. Had to swish that nasty fruity mouthwash shit around my mouth.
Everything was fine. That is, until the doctor came in.
I have great teeth. The doctor just wanted to examine for cavities one last time. So he pulls out the hook of death and starts pressing down on them. But something was off.
As I was being checked-up, there was music playing over the radio in the operatory room. And wouldn’t you know, as a grown man was forcing my mouth open, prodding my gums and molars, the one song that the radio deejays decide to play is none other than Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing”.
My mouth was being poked at to the tune of “Sexual Healing”.
The doc didn’t seem to notice it, so I didn’t mention it. But it’s been gruelingly haunting me ever since. And now I’m just… Not sure anymore. Just not sure.
So today, Know Your Meme, this happened to me.
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