So, today I went to the dentist to get a crown. I’m pretty sure that makes me King of LarryLand, but the Queen thinks otherwise.

That said, the coronation of my royal molar required x-rays of my teeth for all of Insurance Subjects to see.

As the court technician lined me in a robe of lead, she positioned the machine for my royal portrait and snapped my picture.

And nothing showed up on the screen. So, she took it again. And Again. And then she switched me to an entirely different x-ray machine, all in vain. There was nothing to see.

Of course, they blamed it on the machines and called the serfs to repair it.

But the sad truth is – there is nothing left up there.

Of course, you all knew that already…..