Hey, I"m not a complainer
But this has been a bad day......
Started at 0630 this morning,
Drove half the county to a dentist
Just so he could give me a new front partial.
It's understandable that an old coot like me
Would like a brand new set of shiny choppers;
Just to impress the ladies, you know.
Anyway, he wouldn't pull what I wanted pulled,
He wouldn't fix what I wanted fixed......
Not unless I entered into some extravagant,
Multimillion dollar-ed, forever and eternity
Tooth and denture repair scheme.
It was sooooo good that if I should die,
He would kill one of his assistants
To accompany me to heaven,
In case there was need for celestial repair.
As long as I pawned all my furniture,
Sold my four Cadillacs, second mortgaged the house,
And signed my eighteen children
Into indefinite but permanent bondage and indenture hood.

And he still billed me for the "&%$()*&@#" visit


Got home, took a nap and got dressed
For the night job I do at the hospital.
Cruisin' into work, eating my own form of health food,
From the local greasy spoon and ptomaine palace,
I got to thinking, weighing it all up for the day....
Starting with a Napoleonic, demon of a dentist, from hell



BUT THEN AGAIN......

I'm not in pain from that Autswitz reject Angel of Death
Pulling out my three teeth and probably enjoying
Watching my brain cells seeping out of the vacant
Tooth holes along with the blood and other dental gore.....
And not looking like Brando's Godfather with a jaw full
Of cotton balls trying to say 'Ahh khan mahhhk shu ah
Dull shu kuant refuuuuppppssss" no not like that


And I do have a Number One Fan that Loves me so much
she wants to go Easter Egg hunting inside my Joe Boxer Boxers
And I love her so much, I'll let her do it!!!
(OOOH here comes Peter Cotton-tail....whhheeeee.....)

I have a Little Nazi Wiener Dog that will steal
Every bit of bean dip, hot salsa, and nacho cheese
From your plate; the second you blink......
But still has the sancity to cuddle up with you and not fart.



On the local front.....Swingin' Richard's Wiener World
Does make a smashing good Fillet of Flounder sandwich
with only half the death count of a full blown
Double Cheeseburger Dribble Delight, for only a buck apiece.



I do have two wildly active brain cells
that like to fantasize about an "ala commando"
roll on a soft Persian rug with Main Fan Number One,
until the sun comes up on Saturday morning.....
Dying to see her bathed in a sheen of
frangrant feminine perspiration
as the morning sun alights on her shoulder. hmmmmmmmmm........


And last but not least:


I have a six pack of Heineken in the fridge...

As the experts say:
"There's nothing like a little Heiny in the morning,
Good for the Body and Soul".....

{And I wasn't talking about the beer, but the
Persian rug fantasy}...


So I drive in to work, through the rain and fog and
Tornado warnings ....thinking.....
I chuckle to myself...

You know, maybe it's not such a bad day after all.

Not too bad at all..........



God Bless, always look for the positive... 3/27/2009

03/27/2009

Posted on 03/27/2009
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