9 out of 10 monkeys believe they are not behind glass

I went to the dentist yesterday.

Sitting in the torture chair, my gums bleeding from the dental rape cleverly labeled as “cleaning”, I was going to ask my dentist for a dental tourniquet.

But the word tourniquet was not in my vocabulary.

I had some vague memory of the word, it was on the end of my proverbial non-bleeding mental tongue.

But could I remember it when I needed to make a witty and potentially hilarious commentary?

…

Nope.

Damn Tourniquet.