08/13/03’s illustrious band:

Strategic Rot

Brought to you by RoRoRo.

There’s not much of a story to go with today’s band name. Ro reported to Mother Media one day that she had met a man with a limited supply of strategically placed rotten teeth.

Eeeuuuw!

Can’t you just picture this guy? He probably has a saggy grin and saggy pants and breath that would make a hog farm smell like a rose garden.

What is it about rotten teeth that provokes such a visceral reaction, anyway? Aside from the smell, I mean. Maybe it’s the clear indication of ill health, of something really not right. Maybe it’s the fact that we immediately wonder how deep the pits on the teeth go and what all might be stuck in them. Maybe it’s the lack of symmetry in a gap-toothed smile that offends some innate sense of aesthetics. Or maybe . . .

Maybe I’ll just go home and floss. Right now.

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