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Fortunately I am one of those lucky chaps whose visits to the dentist are very rare.

Unfortunately I am one of those 50 plus chaps who still thinks that he can charm 20 year old suntanned blondes.

The week I have in mind was bad. My aching tooth was giving me hell, but I managed to see the dentist within the hour.

The young godess in reception ushered me through the waiting room, passing a load of 'we were here before him' stares on the way.

The dentist gently prodded, poked and finally removed the source of my pain.
That's it, he said as the chair returned to vertical...take this card to Julie on reception.

The radiant Julie handed me the bill and glanced up. I passed her my credit card ... and hit her with my best lines:

I wish I was ten years younger...

I'd give these young 'uns a run for their money...

A young girl like you should be a model...

She looked me straight in the eye and then slowly shook her head in disgust.

Anyway, feeling a lot better about my tooth, I got to my car and started to pull out.

I glanced in the mirror...what's that!? What's that!? I couldn't believe it.

Hanging from my nose, perched on my top lip...was a giant bogie!