premise: Clive Owen is no longer my dentist . Today I had a little lady called Preethi ( pronounced " Preeeetteeeeee " ) who finished almost every sentence with " please " and told me NOT to brush my teeth after drinking orange juice because the citric acid would make my teeth squishy and my gums would bleed . I still have a dentist fetish though and if my International Rockstar career should inexplicably fail I will be sure to become The Best Dentist Ev0r . The lyrics are not " it 's a big ad " . What might I do for a living ?
hypothesis: I might be a movie star .