It’s hard to find a dentist these days that doesn’t over-treat them grillz in an effort to pay them billz, or one that has a chair-side manner that isn’t approaching the asymptote of Jack the Ripper. So when I found Dr. Sam Partovi right here in Las Vegas, I was like DANG HOMIE YOU ARE STRAIGHT FLOSSIN’.

And it turns out he’s down with getting his ZVLogg on, so here we go…DENTAL DAMN THE TORPEDOES. (ok, I’m going to stop now)