Sorry I've been absent for a couple months, but you know what they say: absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well, that's what I told my son David, anyway, when he complained that I'd been gone so long at an "oral surgery conference." Better tell him that than the truth: I was actually getting oral from a certified head doctor and youthful new employee during an extended trip to sunny México. If it makes David feel any better, I was thinking of him when they played that Jasper's Law song he wrote for Donna or possibly Valerie in the Mazatlan airport bar. That's a great song for waiting around to. I think I might start jamming that in the reception area of my thriving dental practice (the third best in Los Angeles, I might add).
Anyway, let's get to the business I know best: hot, nubile oral hygienists. This installment of this series had to be great, since it has to make up for two months of silence. After scouring the world for a woman of such quality, I finally found the lady to light fires in my loins during these two dreary winter months in beautiful Italy! Meet the luscious and talented Nicole Minetti:
The luscious Ms. Minetti was convinced by the awesomely corrupt Italian President Silvio Berlusconi to throw her thigh-highs into the political fray and run for some type of regional governor position. This makes a great deal of sense, because before she attended to President Berlusconi in a time of dental crisis (when an angry citizen struck him in the face with a marble statue of the Duomo di Milano), she appeared on some show as a "dancer" and the Italian version of "Candid Camera." Clearly she is qualified to preside over the workings of Tuscany or wherever, if she's qualified to preside over the president's mouth. I vote Minetti, or I will, the next time I take one of my dental assistants to Europe for another "conference."
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