Son of a bastard! I was just vigorously flossing and, as it's not that intellectually stimulating for me, giving my brain a 'break' whilst staring absently at the floral wallpaper when the floss got stuck on a tooth (a molar, to be exact). Well, instead of carefully untangling it my first instinct (which won) was to YANK! And.....I yanked out a filling! Fuck! Shit! Bastarding Shit! Fuck!!! SHITE!!!! Wondrous. Yes, it hurts a little and I guess that Ritter Sport bar I was saving is out of the question now (and it was the fabulous and transcendant Butter Biscuit variety as well!). Hmmmm, no money for dentist this week. Maybe if I save a few weeks I can go to the dental school and have some third year absolutely butcher me and squirt molten filling goonk in my mouth for a reduced rate. But what do I do until then????????
manko:
*tap* oi sexey! Will you feed my narcissism baby?