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I walk into the dentist's office for a maintenence tooth inspection and repair, which took me an extra half hour to get to because I had held on for dear life to the railings on the stairs in front of my house while my mother tried to tear my unnaturally strong grip from the railing to no avail, and I sit down in the waiting room. Low and behold, a sign on the wall reads:

"Floss your teeth, or you'll see then,

you'll surely meet the drill again."

Here I wasn't aware that the United Dentists Association of North America had employed William Shakespeare to come up with catchy, medieval torture based rhymes to scare children into preventing tooth decay.

Anyways, one thing led to another, and now I floss regularly...

Am I the only one who gets why dentists have the highest suicide rate out of any profession? Sure it was a surprise when you heard the statistic the first time, but it makes sense, doesn't it? I'm depressed when I'm at the dentist twice a year, and here the dentist is there 24/7/365.

As I type this I try to find a connection in my head between teeth and sports, and just now an idea has flicked on the little light switch inside my head. I have found the connection between teeth and sports!

BEHOLD THE CONNECTION!

And to prevent myself from looking like that dude, I floss.

(This reminder has been brought to you by the UDANA (United Dentist's Association of North America): Your mouth, our obsession)