My friend Laura is wearing braces on her once perfect teeth. Her dentist warned her that perfect teeth don't cut it these days. That in the bullshit arena of bigger and better, everything and more, and now, (if humanly possible), modern world, more perfecterer is the name of the game.
And being just the man you are looking for, he will lead your money a very merry dance indeed all the way from your bank account to his and then eventually into his already bulging pockets as he tightens the screws that will change the trajectory of your teeth by the almost infinitely small amount that will nevertheless transform your appearance from that of lonely loser to stunning go getter, rendering your life an hilarious downhill sledge ride all the way to the tomb. It's an all win situation. You have your even more perfecterer teeth and he has wads of your money that the government gave you for doing a job that you are no good at.
She bought it, hook line and sinker. Couldn't smile for two months because it looked so hideous. Couldn't eat in public because the crumbs and small pieces of chewed carrot jammed in the metal structure that supports the screws. And why? No good asking her. She is so crazy with loneliness and emotional trauma that any reply given would be nonsensical to any objective observer. It's like that! I am slowly learning to stop asking why. Life is far too short and precious to waste on nonsense explanations that flow from nonsense behaviour via a mind tragically fucked up by a lifetime of unopposed conditioning and institutionalisation. Enough is enough! And too much is more than enough. I have developed an allergy to bullshit. Even small amounts of it, unopposed, can irritate me into unconscious angerful reaction.
I hereby declare myself a bullshit free zone! Be warned! Please keep your bullshit to yourself. I have created a bullshit screen. Any bullshit will be reflected straight back into the mouth from whence it came.