Wednesday, January 27, 2010

GUM (Gum, Gum)

If anything, THE Robby Johnson is aggressive. At times, over-aggressive. This works in my favor when, let's say, I'm swinging through vines in the upper canopy of a Central American jungle as I bring my special blend of ninja ass whoopin' to unsuspecting guerrilla militants traveling below on foot. Trust me, they never even knew what hit them. But I gotta say, over-aggression isn't so good when it comes to brushing your teeth. And thusly I am a victim of receding gums. Please don't judge me.

If you live in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and Dr. Stan Turnipseed isn't your dentist and Crystal isn't your hygienist, it means you don't matter. After yesterday's routine cleaning, I feel like I have failed my gums and for that, I'm really, really sorry. Too much of a good thing. Le sigh.

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