Boobs in face = bleeding gums and excruciating pain.

I don’t know if it’s simply because it’s convenient for you, Dental Hygienist Assistant, to utilize my face as a shelf for your breasts when you are sodomizing my gums with the razor wire you call floss, but I am beginning to fear the correlations and associations that are beginning to penetrate my subconscious mind. 

Just so we’re clear, I’m perfectly okay with my face being employed as a shelf for breasts.  Perfectly.  In fact, I encourage it.  It’s just the horrific counterpart to this delightful experience that concerns me.