Barenaked Teeth
Thought I’d book an appointment for tooth-sharpening ASAP. While undecided on what evil character to be, thought would get started anyway with fangs: apparently a barenaked essential of villainhood (and a floss-free life). They all have it: Dracula, Wolfman, Sadie the furball. I would like to thank Dawn, the singing hygienist, for the preliminaries, with her barenakedly albeit gloved hands, and for my minty fresh breath today. AAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!!! Feel the tingle.
Meanwhile in petty crime, the dentist barenaked-faced hurriedly left for an emergency (to play golf, that is), so I retaliated by claiming my semi-annual issue of Maclean’s. Time to dig up some, uh… barenaked bones? Ouch.
