I've always held a fervent disdain for dentistry, thinking it one of the worst sorts of torture apart from, you know, real torture. This morning, in the chair, I realized the error of my ways. You see, the Abba song "Dancing Queen" came up on the satellite radio in my dentist's office just before he commenced a Sarah Palin-in-ANWR on my cavity. It was at this very moment I realized the sound of bone removal by power tool--its vibrations echoing through my skull--is actually quite pleasant and preferable to that of the Swedish pop band.
All a matter of perspective.
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