This dentist is either really, really good or really, really bad. Or maybe just really, really bad but in a good way. 

NOTE: I have deliberately steered away from any “looking for oral attention” type jokes in this post even though I’ve more or less implied it anyway. I struggle with my inner child on most occasions.

If for some reason you miss out on this then don’t worry, I happen to have an authentic set of Mark Twain’s cellphone bills that you can get off me for the same price.

I once stayed in a place in Cuba that had a shower like this, except there wasn’t a helpful warning posted to stop the inevitable happening. Also there wasn’t a warning about the water giving you dysentery either. Plenty of billboards saying Castro was actually God though.

Nosferatu Rating

Whiteness of complexion: 10

Number of teenage girls ravished: 0

Commitment to genre:  2

I wonder how many times this  happened before the manufacturer’s lawyers stressed the need to print this warning on the packaging?  Also, I wonder how they found out it was happening at all?

It’s like he passed out drunk and his friends drew on him with a Sharpie.  Except his friends were those autistic genius sort of guys who have to do everything really perfectly. I forget what the proper name for those guys is.

This is exactly what I picture in my head whenever someone tells me they are working for “The Family Business”.

I had a flatmate who used to leave notices like this all around the house.  His hobbie was to watch movies over and over again and try and find all the continuity mistakes. I’m not lying.

 I can see this being about as reassuring for kids as the IRD “It’s our job to be fair” campaign was for me.

This is where science fiction writers get all their ideas from.

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