Just got to the dentist. Oh yes, please make me wear a mask for 10 minutes in the waiting room, take my temperature, ask me questions, make me fill out a form about if I'm sick, check my dick size, check my prostate, make me take a sobriety test, make me do a backwards crab walk handstand onto the dentist chair, and then proceed to take off my mask and get in my mouth for the next hour thus making all of the precautions and hoops I just jumped through meaningless. The year 2020 is retarded.
This annoys the daylights out of me. I've been meeting with a surgeon who, in a couple of days is going to cut me open, and I assume my insides would be as much of a threat to him as my breath if I had the Covid, which I don't because he just sent me for a preop Covid test which came back negative.
I had to insist that he remove his mask to talk to me throughout my appointments with him. I told him I'm not going to let someone cut me open who I can't even understand when he speaks to me because his voice is muffled behind a mask.
I've heard people say several times now that we shouldn't complain about wearing masks because doctors and nurses have always had to wear them all the time. That's not true. In the old days, masks were worm only in surgery and other extreme circumstances, not all day in normal conditions. Felt very 1984-ish
Ridiculously fat people piss me the fuck off. If you're so fucking fat that you can't look down and see your own dick, YOU NEED TO FUCKING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
I noticed something the other day at Wal Mart that I never thought I’d ever see again. Vinyl albums outnumbered CDs by a 10 to 1 margin.
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